The scar that ran across his face and body was healed but deep beneath Dorian’s fingers, and the Valcovlian’s hotter body warmed the man from his touch. His dark blue nipples perked at the cooler air of the room and under the other’s light teasing.

He made a noise of agreement against his lips, wriggling his narrow hips, making sure he was indeed halted inside him and settling there for a bit. They fit well together, Dorian’s core stretched well around him, the occasional clench of him around his cock sparking Nickov, but he gave him a moment more. He’d let Dorian tell him when he needed to be bred.