Dorian closed his eyes, turning into the touch. God he wanted to just let go, to fall apart. But he wouldn't allow himself to, ever. He swallowed them back, wrapped that prideful cloak back around him. He was about to call it all off when Kade kissed him. It was different than before. He'd expected to be bitten, but instead his mouth was against his own. Dorian visibly shuddered and let his tongue slide against his. He kissed him back, even though there was a lingering taste of blood in Kade's mouth. It had faded some. He didn't seem to care though. His hands slid through Kade's hair, and when he pulled back, Dorian frowned.<br/><br/>But then he felt Kade breach inside him. It was sharp, burning, uncomfortable. It was to be expected, given that he was a virgin. He knew this because he had taken the virginity of a lot of sweet boys in college. The first time was a bit painful at first. So he exhaled sharply and forced his body to relax, his hands lowering down to the bed so he could ball them into fists. "Please...go slow," he whispered. Though the deeper he went, the better he felt. The reactions were all over his face. Pain, then discomfort. He shifted a bit and gazed back up at him. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, distracting his discomfort with his features. It could have been a lot worse. He could have just rammed inside of him without mercy. But Kade didn't seem like he wanted to just take...<br/><br/>His hand raised again and Dorian let his fingers trail through his gorgeous white blonde hair. He nodded. "You can move," he breathed, trusting him. Though he felt he ought not to, and deep in his own mind he felt he was going to give him release, both sexually and from his life. The case was practically made, with just a few more court dates to stake his innocence. There was no evidence against him. In fact they'd discerned the corpse had been drained of blood and there were no wounds to indicate why or how. Though Dorian had his suspicions that it was Kade, he didn't think of such things now. He didn't of anything right now but having the other inside him, feeling him move, waiting on the edge of a knife for more pleasure.