two - I want those who get to know me / to become admirers or my enemies

[brushoff]

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All in all, Dorian Gray would have appreciated Harry not mentioning the specific fact that he got tortured over the journals as it invited far too many questions...like how it happened...or how he's still standing...or why he doesn't have any scars on his body.

Still, it happened and he's got to deal with it so might as well make himself available and answer the questions needed. Lord knows people will inevitably have some, especially since news of his murder attempt is becoming more and more public.

Dorian blatantly doesn't work for the next few days after the brief sojourn to Scotland. Instead, he can be found lounging about in various places, usually reading a book, almost always with a glass of whiskey at his side. When he's not enjoying a book and a drink, he's on the deck, bundled up but not wearing any gloves or headgear as he lights a cigarette and looks out to the ice.

He is wearing a pair of designer shades that he dreamed up when he's on deck, though. Might as well attempt to look somewhat good.

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[lieutenantsteward]

He doesn't bother giving a retort at first. He just leans back on his elbows, chuckling in disbelief. "Yes, well," he manages to mutter, "circumstances are different now." Not that he would be forming a habit of it. Pushing his hair from his face, he looks down at Dorian, wondering if he ever loses that goddamn charming smile.

Simultaneously, he is curious to know if he's just as devilishly handsome when he falls apart. And he really, really wants to find out. He sits up slowly, touching Dorian's jaw and brushing his thumb over those lips that had so recently been blissfully silent.

"Come up here. There's no sense suffering on the floor." His voice is all honey and silk, hoping to entice him up.

[brushoff]

Each touch is like electricity running through Dorian's body. God, he needed this. After the past few weeks that were rough at best, he needed this beautiful man to smile at him, touch him, and just get him out of his own thoughts.

So if Jopson says get on the bed, Dorian's going to get on the bed. He scrambles up, leaning in to give Jopson a quick kiss before he continues talking.

"There is nothing about this situation I'd describe as suffering."

[lieutenantsteward]

"What do you want?" he asks him, one hand on his chest to try and push him down onto the bed. He didn't get a chance to see him fully, and he is taking every opportunity to drink him in. What's the point of sharing a bed with someone if you can't appreciate them?

[brushoff]

Dorian lets himself be pushed down on the bed, looking up at Jopson with a smile.

"I don't care what you do. Just make sure you keep saying my name while you do it." Because it's a little embarrassing how much Dorian likes hearing his name in Jopson's voice. None of that Mister Gray nonsense. Just Dorian.

[lieutenantsteward]

He admired Dorian for a long moment, running his fingers along unmarred skin, leaning down to gently brush his lips against his chest. He considers his options only for a brief moment before lying beside him, sliding one leg between Dorian's. Grinning, he licks his palm and wraps his long fingers around his cock. He remembers with such fondness the sweet little noises that Dorian had made when he kissed his neck, so he set his lips there again. "Mm, Dorian, you are predictable."

[brushoff]

He is very predictable, something that Dorian is quickly accepting he's going to be teased about for the rest of his time on the ship. Dorian lets out a small little noise of pleasure as he feels Jopson's hand around his cock, which soon turns into a louder gasp as he feels lips against his neck.

"We are stuck on a ship where the world changes every few weeks. Don't you want—oh God yes," he finds himself exclaiming with pleasure. "Don't you want a little predictability?"

[lieutenantsteward]

"Maybe," he whispers, gently taking his ear between his teeth, breathing softly against his skin. "My life, Dorian, is predictable. I get up, I make the tea, and I clean the linens. Then I go back to a cabin and sleep, only to do it over again." He slows his hand, teasing him very briefly before he begins to stroke him in earnest. Lips and teeth move down his neck, making soft marks he knows won't last. "I want a challenge."

[brushoff]

It's getting a little bit harder to hold conversation now. Dorian finds himself short on breath, biting back moans or noises of pleasure as he feels Jopson kiss and stroke him. The intimacy is intoxicating.

"In that case, I shall happily-" he interrupts his own words with a little laugh of pleasure as he feels teeth against his neck, "-serve as a disruption."

[lieutenantsteward]

"Sweet Dorian," he mutters, saying it with a breathy laugh, never once stilling his hand. "Despite your arrogance, you are not a distraction until the chores are done." It's almost a challenge in a way. As he chooses a spot on his neck, sucking sweetly, he actually finds himself hoping for it.

[brushoff]

"That's-" But he can feel himself about to climax as well. "Christ, Thomas, your hands," he starts, but his words are cut off by a loud moan of pleasure. Hopefully that's enough warning because soon after, Dorian loses himself as well.

He looks over to Jopson and gives the man a wide, slightly tired, utterly infatuated smile. "That's a challenge I'm willing to take."

[lieutenantsteward]

He sits back, watching him fall apart before leaning down to ghost his lips against his temple. "I wish you luck, Mr. Gray," he grins, teasing. He sat up slowly, pushing his hair back from his face and placing his feet on the floor. He knows how this works. He starts to look for his clothes.

[brushoff]

Jopson is about to figure out that they have very different ideas of how this work. Because as he starts to get up, Dorian reaches out enough for him to try and grab Jopson's hand.

"Oh no. You're staying here with me for the evening," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

[lieutenantsteward]

Oh. He's not opposed to the idea, but he certainly wasn't expecting the invitation. He returns to his side, loathe to leave the comforts of the bed anyway. "I must wake early," he warns him softly. "I will try not to rouse you." He closes his eyes, not daring to touch the other man. It is still so new to be invited to stay, to not be thrown out afterwards for fear of being caught. The small indulgences of true intimacy are still outside of his reach.

[brushoff]

Yaaaay he gets to be with Jopson a bit more. The moment Jopson lays back down on the bed, Dorian scoots over to out and out cuddle with the man.

"If you rouse me, I'll simply go back to bed. Don't worry about me."

[lieutenantsteward]

Jopson isn't quite sure about the cuddling at first, but Dorian's embrace is warm and he still smells a bit like whiskey, so he moves closer. He isn't sure if he would even be able to sleep in the too-soft bed, but his breathing evens and he's soon asleep.

[brushoff]

Dorian tries to stay awake a bit longer. It's nice to cuddle Jopson and just be comfortable with the man, especially considering how chaotic the past few weeks have been. But eventually, Dorian finds himself passing out as well, snuggling up to the other man as he falls asleep.