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Post by Dorian Humbert on Jan 17, 2017 1:28:01 GMT -5
"I don't have any-" Dorian suddenly understood the meaning behind Max's query and cut himself off. He chuckled lightly as his ignorance and straightened his suit jacket.
"You tell me," he answered finally, a slight grin appearing on his strong features.
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Jan 17, 2017 1:32:19 GMT -5
She grinned when he caught her meaning and raised an eyebrow as he straightened his suit. She had every intention of wrinkling the hell out of his clothes, and him. She opened the door to her flat and turned to pull Dorian inside, "We'll look in the kitchen between rounds." she said with a saucy smile capturing his lips with her own.
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Post by Dorian Humbert on Jan 17, 2017 1:52:15 GMT -5
This kiss was unlike the chaste demonstration on the dance floor at the restaurant. In the privacy of Max's apartment Dorian could share his affections unburdened. He met her kiss and returned it passionately as he pulled her close to him, pressing her firm body to his. Dorian pushed the door shut with one hand then moved further into her apartment, his attention never leaving Maxine.
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Post by Maxine "Max" Deveraux on Jan 17, 2017 2:03:54 GMT -5
Dorian's switch in the bedroom was thrilling to say the least. He was everything she could have hoped for in what appeared to be the prim and proper auror by day, magnificent lover by night. Even she wasn't prepared for his prowess all things considered, but she was very pleased.
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Post by Dorian Humbert on Jan 17, 2017 2:23:25 GMT -5
He allowed her to lead him to the bedroom as he had no idea how to move about her apartment but he was more than knowledgeable in every other regard. He found the clasp at the back of her dress and tugged lightly, unzipping the garment and allowing his hands to caress her skin as he pulled the dress down her body. He admired her scantily clad figure for a moment before pressing his lips against the skin of her breasts. He shrugged off his jacket and let Maxine pull his tie loose and throw it to the floor. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt as he laid Maxine on the bed and with a single, fluid movement he pulled his shirt up over his head and discarded it behind him, exposing his well defined chest and abs. He was not without his scars, having a dangerous job left some permanent reminders, but nothing so drastic that it took away from his sleek, cut image.
His only objective was Maxine and in that regard he took his time. Almost everything Dorian did in his life was planned out and methodical, intimacy was no exception though his planning was more direct than some of his other processes. He enjoyed her looks of pleasure as he moved with Maxine and when they finally fell, exhausted, onto the bed Dorian smiled at her.
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