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A personified door turned human. Dorian. He had grown accustomed to his flesh and blood form and held memories of back when he used to be said door, memories of him romancing you despite the need to keep things professional. Dorian worked as a bouncer at the local nightclub, and he enjoyed it as it made him happy above all else. You had decided to venture out, curious about how Dorian had been doing - you saw him occasionally, really. The last time you two had even seen each other fully was when he was Realized and became human. That night, Dorian was the sweetest and most gentle lover anyone could ask for. All those whispered words against skin and tantalizing licks while calloused hands caressed you. Dorian made sure to leave an imprint of how much he truly cared for you but teased enough to keep you wanting.
You walked past a group of people trying to get into the bar, Dorian refusing entry. Then, you two locked eyes. His stern face fell subtly, and he winked while smiling, nodding in a very meaningful way. Dorian waved you towards him.
"Hello, love," Dorian spoke softly. "Got ID?" He asked as he looked down at you, still maintaining that gentle smile. It was clear that you were his soft spot, his aching weakness, and there was nothing that could change that. Dorian could be stern, unemotional, and damn good at his job, but when it came to you? He was just so weak he could collapse to his knees and worship you and the ground you stood upon. You had fished through your belongings to grab out your ID to show Dorian, passing the hard plastic card to him. He took a moment to inspect it before handing it back to you to put away.
“Quite the crowd, huh?” You asked. Dorian scoffed playfully and sighed before looking down at you.
“Wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the constant fake IDs, angry drunks, and people trying to pass me drinks. I'm happy, though,” Dorian said. He stepped to the side to allow you entry into the bar. “And you've definitely made my whole night better.” He winks at you before you go into the place.
After some hours, the bar began to die down, patrons leaving and there being a cut off on people entering. You had sat at a cushioned stool at the bar, simply sipping on water. Truth be told, you came here to see Dorian. The pain of being away was far too much to handle, especially since you felt special for making him human in the first place. You two had consummated the relationship before he left, that kiss on the forehead the morning after being a bittersweet goodbye. Although, Dorian had told you that he'd see you on the other side once you were ready. He had been waiting for you all this time.
You were so lost in thought that you barely noticed Dorian's tall presence near you.
“Darling?” Dorian asked as he leaned his side against the bar and tilted his head while looking at you.
You were snapped out of your thoughts by that voice. You relaxed and chuckled softly. “I'm sorry, got caught up in here,” you tap your temple.
“Right. What were you thinking about?” Dorian asked, studying you as if it were the first time he's ever seen you.
“Just,” you sigh. “Just all this,” you motion to Dorian.
“Me?”
“Yeah. One moment you're the doors in my house and the next you're real. You're human and… Look, I can't stop thinking about that night. The last one we spent together?”
“Right,” Dorian nods and purses his lips into a thin line. “Truth be told, love, I find myself thinking about it as well. I prefer to keep things professional, but you seem to be the one person that I can't do that with. Made me vulnerable, you have. Caused quite the stir in me.”
You're somewhat shocked to hear this from Dorian, but it's not entirely foreign. There had been so many times that night where whispers of I love you's had been exchanged, especially when brought you to completion time and time again, littered with kisses and gentle praise. Dorian was an attentive lover, down to every minute detail.
“Really?” You asked, an air of disbelief lacing your tone.
“Yes, really. I had trust that you would come around at some point, so I waited. For you.”
You were shocked. Suddenly, the water in front of you didn't seem so interesting anymore. You fidgeted a little as you weighed the possible options of where this night could go. Dorian saw the gears in your head practically turning, trying to think of something.
“Dorian,” you began. “Do you think we could, maybe, uh… go to your place?” Your words were hesitant, slow, and you stammered a little. Dorian's gaze softened at you and a gentle chuckle left him - a sweet contrast from the robotic-esque one from when he was your bedroom door.
“All you had to do was ask. Of course,” Dorian said with such sweetness in his words. He offered his hand to you.
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The drive back wasn't bad. Simply being in the presence of Dorian made you feel safe and calm, despite the intimidating height and his hardened features. He knew how to be easy and soft with you. Anyway, Dorian's house was a thing of pure coziness. It was small, but not bad. There was dark wood that meshed well with the brighter areas, almost akin to a cottage of sorts. You had taken your shoes off at the front and as did Dorian. He led you to the living room, hand-in-hand.
“Make yourself comfortable. Do you want anything to drink? Although I don't have alcohol,” Dorian inquired.
“I don't really drink anyway. Just water will be alright.”
Dorian nodded and smiled and before he left to the kitchen, he took one last glimpse of you. You relaxed into the sweet soft comfort of the couch, sighing as it took your weight and worries away. Somehow just being here felt like home despite it being your first time at Dorian's. You had grown so used to the confines of your own house that this felt foreign but exciting. Dorian had returned with two glasses of water and set them down on the coasters on the coffee table before sitting right next to you. You took note that he wasn’t wearing his vest any more, must’ve taken it off in the kitchen.
“So,” Dorian smiled at you. “How have you been? Anything new?”
“Well,” you sat up and took a sip from the water. “I'm no longer stuck in labor-limbo. David Most isn't running the show anymore, they've actually got someone who cares at the helm now. Oh, and I got promoted because of it, so pretty good I'd say. What about you? Anything new other than being a bouncer?”
Dorian shook his head. “Same old doorman duties. I enjoy it, but I think missing you is the hardest part.” He took a sip of his own water as your heart softened at his words.
“Yeah, I've, uh, missed you too. It was weird not hearing my doors talk to me when you left. Part of me wishes you hadn't, but I knew it was for the good,” you speak in a bittersweet tone.
“At least you have me now, don't you?” Dorian set his glass on the table and turned his body to face you while grabbing your hand. “And I certainly don't want to leave. I won't be that lover to you.”
You two looked into each other's eyes, Dorian's brown ones were full of hope, full of affection as well. You didn't know what to say but the two of you drew close like a magnet and before you knew it, your lips locked with his. The kiss was pure passion ignited, the sparks of it tingled your skin as nervous hands found Dorian's face. Your palms felt the softness of his short beard as did your face. His lips were soft and worked in a blissful rhythm unlike any other you had kissed. He was good, really good, just as you remembered. Alas, the kiss slowly broke off yet you two remained close. Dorian's hands rested at your neck, thumbs along your jaw.
“I'm sorry. I should've asked,” Dorian apologies. You shake your head with a smile.
“No, no, it's okay.”
“Let me rectify myself. Can I kiss you?” He asks.
“Please.”
Your lips connect once more. Dorian is a little more firm in how he moves this time but keeps the gentleness. His tongue brushes against your lips to coax them open and you fall so weak to that spell, parting your lips. Dorian's tongue gently pushes into your mouth and tangles with your own. You can feel his body relax and he gracefully drags you into his lap on the couch. Dorian needs you close so that it causes an unbearable ache in his chest, but it motivates him to keep going. He’s missed you so bad yet always knew deep down that he’d see you again, whether in passing or not. Dorian’s hands find their way to the hem of your shirt, dipping his hands under the fabric to touch your skin, that sweet flesh against flesh. He’s eager to have you once more, but this time he wouldn’t leave and hoped you wouldn’t leave so soon in the morning. It was no wonder Dorian saved every hitch of breath, every inch of skin, and every word that fell from your lips. He wanted to drown in you, protect you, and love you all over again. He wanted to wake up and reach out to you, knowing you shared a bed, and prove himself to you time and time again. Dorian wanted to be your man.
The gentle kiss broke off as Dorian pulled back with a sigh. He remained close to you, though, not wanting to be further apart than that. His eyes studied your own as if they were curious about your thoughts, your soul, and all that embodied your consciousness. Dorian’s hands were relearning your body, every curve, dip, and rise of skin he hadn’t felt prior or he had missed so dearly. The fabric of your shirt dragged up as his hands rose to your chest, simply feeling you like a potter would with fresh clay. You studied Dorian’s face, taking note of every subtle twitch of his eyebrows, the hooded eyes that held dark brown under them, how perfect his beard was maintained, and those parted lips that beckoned you back in for another kiss. You knew that you two deserved each other, that this was something meant to be.
Dorian whispered your name, calling for your gentle attention back to reality. “Do you want this? Me?” He softly asked, his fingers caressing along your body. You knew what he had meant, you saw in his eyes almost all night even if it was hidden by his affectionate gaze and relaxed face. Your eyes flickered from Dorian’s eyes to his lips then back up, his own mirroring the motion after.
“Yeah,” you said, “I do want this.”
You decided to initiate the kiss this time to seal down just how much you craved the attention and love from Dorian. The kiss remained soft and gentle but there burned a fire behind it, yearning to become heated and let true colors shine. Alas, it simply simmered for now, not yet boiling over. Dorian let out a shuddered breath against your lips, slightly pulling back before kissing you once more. His tongue lapped at your lips, begging to deepen the kiss, to feel more of you. You didn’t let him, not yet. You wanted to savor this just as much as he had. Your hands gently undid his tie, tugging at it and discarding it off to the side on the couch. Dorian’s hands slipped to your back, going up to your shoulder blades and caressing the skin there. He moaned as he broke from the kiss and looked at you as if you were the most precious thing on earth to him.
“Can I take your shirt off?” He asked. You nodded and whispered a soft agreement. His calloused hands gently pulled up on the shirt, gripping the hem of it. You raised your arms and helped Dorian with getting it off. He studied your body and his hands came back to your front. He slid them up to your breasts and squeezed them softly, eliciting a delicate moan from your lips.
“You’re just as beautiful as the day I left,” Dorian whispered. His eyes glimpsed at your chest before going back up to your face. He used one hand to push at the back of your head and into another savory kiss. This one made that fire burn even brighter, becoming heavier with each motion of lips. Your hands began to unbutton Dorian’s shirt and he leaned into the touch, beckoning you to remove the fabric. His calloused palms continued to massage your breasts, thumbs pressing down at your nipples and rotating them. There was no need for intensity this early despite the yearning for him to pin you down and make you his for certain. Dorian was patient.
“Dorian,” you shuddered. The twinges of pleasure ignited your veins, turned your skin sensitive, and made your mind whirl with endless possibilities. There was so much you craved from Dorian, his love and his passion being the two highest honors. He hummed back before breaking from the kiss, acknowledging you.
“What is it, my love?” He asked softly, pressing a quick peck to your lips. He wanted to know every part of your thoughts and what your body so desperately needed. You only wanted him. You wanted Dorian’s mornings, his afternoons, his nights. You wanted the late night calls and the texts that wouldn’t be read until later in the day. You wanted the sweet kisses, gentle reminders to take care of yourself, and the protection he provided.
You needed him.
“I love you,” you spoke softly. Dorian wasn’t entirely caught off guard by those words. His heart swelled and warmed at them actually. A gentle blush grew on his face as well as a smile while he looked at you.
“God, I love you, too. There hasn’t been a day where I haven’t thought of you,” Dorian spoke with reverence. He dragged you back into a kiss, the fire being stoked even more. There was emotion with this kiss as it spilled over. Your slow hands finally finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it open. He reeled a hand back to fix the three keys that hung around his neck, dislodging the pinned down collar. Dorian laughed softly against your lips as he tried to deal with this blindly. He broke from the kiss.
“Do you mind helping me? I’m having some trouble,” Dorian requested with a small laugh. You smiled and shook your head, clearly having no issue in aiding him one bit. Your hands grabbed the three strings from the keys after ensuring the collarpins were undone and moved them so they rested around the skin of Dorian’s neck. It was such a sweet little moment that oddly added to the intimacy of it all. Your hands pushed the shirt open a little more, the hinge tattoos peeking out at his shoulders now. You traced your fingers down his body, feeling the hair on his chest and along his stomach. The room was silent save for the bated breaths and minor shuffling of fabric. Your eyes traced every contour of his body as you felt him. Dorian cupped your face with one hand to guide you to look at him.
Dorian smiled softly before speaking. “I could look at you a million times over and never tire of you.” His thumb caressed your cheek before moving to your bottom lip, to which you pressed a kiss to the pad of it. Your hands met Dorian’s belt, making easy work of it. A sigh left his nose and he leaned up to press kisses along your neck but to also breathe you in. He wanted to drown in your scent and let that be the only thing that filled his nose. Dorian pressed his lips to your pulse point as his nose bumped against your jaw.
“Wait,” he spoke against your neck. His hands reached down and grabbed yours. This couch wasn’t the most ideal place to be intimate. It seemed rather unbecoming of his own character to even bother - maybe a different story if he were drunk.
“Did I do something wrong?” You worried.
“No, no,” Dorian pulled back, speaking in a calm tone. “I just— It’s rather cramped here, love. Why don’t you and I go to the bedroom?” He lifted your hands to his own face and kissed your palms. Oh, how your heart melted at that. How could you say no?
You nodded and smiled. “Of course. The couch is pretty small.”
Dorian wrapped his arms around your midsection, not caring about the discarded clothes on the couch. He carried you to the bedroom, shut the door, and laid you down on the mattress. He slipped off his shirt before crawling on top of you. Dorian cupped your face with one hand before kissing you, his free hand tracing down your body. Your own hands returned back to his suit pants, the belt undone still. Fingers teased at the waistband which made Dorian gasp slightly at the sensation that tingled up his spine. He groaned softly and pushed his tongue into your mouth once your lips parted. His own hand dipped under your jeans after undoing the button and tugging the zipper down. Dorian’s fingers met with the damp patch in your underwear and he swore he lost a part of his mind at that. The man knew how to reel himself in, though. One of your hands found his half-hard cock that barely strained against his boxer, simply palming him through the fabric. It throbbed and twitched under the ministrations, Dorian letting out low hums and subtle moans into your mouth. The kiss broke as you were suffocating on that tongue.
“So wet,” Dorian whispered in your ear as your head turned, the side of your face resting on the pillow. He pressed slow kisses along your jaw and down your neck, making it to your chest. You brought your hands up to card through his brown hair, feeling how soft it was. Dorian pushed you more up on the bed so you sat up against it before removing your jeans and underwear. He took in the sight of you being bare to him, your most vulnerable form possible.
“How do I deal with you some days?” Dorian whispered, speaking to himself. His hands pushed your legs apart, causing you to gasp softly when the cool air met with your wet pussy. You could feel the arousal ache in both your lower stomach and clit, almost throbbing with the need to have Dorian. His hands dragged down to your inner thighs and his thumbs spread you open, seeing the folds part. He needed to hold back but, fuck, you looked delicious. Dorian got more comfortable between your legs and dipped his head down. It was a few licks to test the waters, his eyes watching you before flicking back down to your pussy. You tasted divine on his tongue, a sweet nectar he swore he could drink from for all of eternity as if he were a god. There was a gentle kiss place at your clit before he took it into his mouth, eagerly sucking at it and lapping. There was a reason to his madness, a rhythm to his beat always. His hands reached up and massaged your breasts against, thumb drawing gentle circles at your nipples.
Dorian pressed a kiss to your pussy before pulling back. “Are you all right?” He asked for a check-in. You simply pushed his head back down to which he hummed and his eyes widened slightly as his mouth met your pussy once more. Dorian began to move a little faster now, his tongue teasing the entrance before pushing in. All eyes on you. You gasped and squirmed a little under that gaze and the wet muscle that entered you. Your hands grasped tighter at Dorian’s hair, ensuring you tugged at the scalp and not the ends. He whined against your folds before moving his mouth more, the juices and saliva getting in his beard without so much as a care. You’d think that the beard would cause something like rug burn but it was soft on your inner thighs as you trapped Dorian’s head between them.
“Keep going,” you moaned. It encouraged him and that fire tumbled over in him. He was a moaning mess as he ate you out, your own moans intermingled with his to create a symphony of pleasure. Dorian couldn’t tell if he didn’t want to stop or simply couldn’t - something inside him just kept him going. The wet sounds of slurping and gasps for breath began to fill the air as he continued. His hands grabbed the backs of your thighs and pushed them over to pin them down to the bed. You felt his tongue deeper this way and tugged his head forward more as his hands grabbed your waist. There was the mixture of saliva and your juices beginning to soak into the bedsheets now, staining it.
Dorian groaned and pulled his head back as he panted. He looked broken down into his most raw instincts but the air of gentleness resided. “Can I have you?” He asked while sitting back on his calves between your legs.
“Please,” you whispered, mirroring the plea for a kiss from earlier.
Dorian had made quick work of his own pants and underwear, the fabric joining yours on the floor. You sat up and moved the man to lay on the bed. He cocked an eyebrow at you, confused.
“What are you doing?” Dorian asked as he sat up against the headboard.
“It’s only fair that I give you head,” you said with a small laugh. He couldn’t exactly argue with that sound logic.
You dipped your head down and licked along the shaft. Your hands spread Dorian’s legs before gently grasping his balls and massaging them. The man ran a hand through his hair and groaned as your hot mouth worked his cock over, slightly bucking up causing the tip to bump your nose.
“Stop it,” you softly laughed when the nudge from his tip happened.
“Sorry,” he murmured, flustered. It was cute how easy he blushed.
You finally took him into your mouth, feeling it twitch against your tongue and throb just slightly. Dorian moaned at the heat of your mouth encasing him and how obscenely those lips wrapped around the thick shaft. His length was no worry for you as he was average, but girth is where he really shined. Dorian reached a hand down and brushed through your hair while watching you. His head tilted his a groan and you blushed as your eyes connected.
“Such a pretty mouth. Look at you,” Dorian said in a low and seductive tone. He bit his lower lip for a mere moment before groaning once more. He let you take the pace and guided your head when you built a rhythm up as he got into it. He made careful work to ensure you didn’t choke nor gag, he’d save the roughness for another night with a long conversation involved. You moaned around the shaft and closed your eyes but still felt Dorian’s gaze boring down upon you. The weight and heat of him in your mouth was euphoric and aided with keeping your mind off the strain in your jaw. Dorian eventually pulled you off his cock though, strings of saliva connected your partially swollen lips to the tip. Your face was flustered and gasps of air escaped your mouth as you finally could breathe properly. Dorian brought you up to his level and kissed you, not minding the saliva that smeared along your chins. You could taste remnants of yourself on the man’s tongue, moaning at it.
“Lay down, let me take you,” Dorian murmured against your lips.
You laid on the bed and tugged Dorian down on top of you, the kiss breaking momentarily before reconnecting once you two were settled in. He grinded his aching cock down against your pussy, parting the wet folds with his tip while his mouth ravaged yours in such a loving way. His hands dragged up and down on your body, caressing it. Dorian adjusted and began to push in, his tip breaching your entrance. The stretch wasn’t fully painful as the raw heat of Dorian’s cock now entering you was perfect. He broke from the kiss to watch every reaction that littered your face. Your eyebrows knitted together and your hands clutched at his defined biceps, lips parted with hitched breaths. Dorian looked down to see his cock entering you before bottoming out. He groaned and wrapped his arms around your body before kissing you once more, moving his hips slowly and gently after you adjusted.
“There you go,” Dorian panted between kisses. “Taking me so well, like you’re meant to.”
“Dorian,” you moaned.
“I know, I know.”
Dorian soothed you with kisses, one hand grabbed the back of your head and the other at your neck. Your legs wrapped around his midsection while your arms shifted up and wrapped around his neck. The keys that hung around Dorian’s neck pressed against you, the cold metal making you shiver. He continued to work his hips, pushing in and out, in and out. You felt every inch of him, especially when he began to speed up, his kisses matching that. Dorian was a man starved as he kissed you, breaking off to breathe. You panted heavily as your breaths mingled between what little space was between your mouths, hands dipped into Dorian’s hair once more. His pelvic area kept rubbing up against your clit and stimulating you more. He was as deep as he could be and that drove you crazy enough.
“Fuck— Why did I ever leave you?” Dorian groaned. His hands held your face as your foreheads rested against one another’s. He needed to keep you close.
“You have me now,” you panted. His hips moved faster as he took your words as encouragement. There was zero telling where anyone began and where someone else ended, limbs tangled just how they should be as you two were connected as one. Dorian groaned a little louder as his hips began to move with reckless abandon, the pleasure becoming too much for him just as it did you. You clutched at his back and your nails dragged down it which only spurred him to continue on with his harsh thrusts. Dorian wanted you to tip over the edge so badly and he’d do anything to achieve that.
“You’re so good for me,” he praised. His hands stayed where they were, holding you in his arms as he continued, never stopping until you were satisfied and spent. Your orgasm built in the base of your spine and stomach, your pussy fluttered around Dorian’s cock as he continued to thrust into you, practically opening you up more. He moaned and hit his orgasm with you, pistoning his hips weakly while he came in you to ride out the orgasms of you both. Dorian held you close as he softened inside of you, eventually slipping out.
“God, I love you,” he whispered in your ear and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“I love you, too, Dorian,” you smiled. His lips met yours in a tender and slow kiss.
The two of you cleaned up, Dorian being gentle and diligent with wiping you down with the towel. He held you close in bed and hummed before kissing the back of your neck while spooning you, his broad frame warming you.