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[He chuckles at that little push for more details. Of course his boyfriend wants to know about the failure of a mortal to keep his attention. And honestly, after all this shit, Toby could use the laugh that'll come from retelling it, too.]

Decently tall fellow. Strong chin, brown hair, brown eyes. Pretty enough to get my attention, though not nearly as distracting as you. [Another chuckle as he sips at his drink.] Was fairly charming, though, which is why I let him buy me a drink while he chatted me up.

He boasted that he had a few things to "teach a man like me" about breaking furniture and leaving marks. [His lips curl into a smirk.] Poor sod had no idea what he was getting into with me. I think he was limping a bit when he tried to make a hasty exit. I tried to warn him, but you know how mortals are.

[Always so confident. Always so easy to break when they crash against him in their haste to prove themselves. It's rather endearing of them, though it's disappointing when they realize their mistake and don't own up to it. Things are much better when the mortals let him take over in moments like that.]

[Dorian chuckles and smiles through the weaving of the tale of Toby’s evening. Mortals do have a habit of underestimating them both based on their initial impressions of them, with Toby seeing the most dramatic side of that when he hides his vampirism. It doesn’t surprise Dorian at all (but it does amuse him) that the vampire’s partner for the night walked away overwhelmed.]

So you’ve told me that he couldn’t keep up —-not surprising—- but did you at least get to orgasm with him? Or was the whole night a wash?

Barely. And it was extremely disappointing. I had to do all the work for myself. [Which is the worst when this is a city built for (and possibly on) sex. People really need to get out there and read, or go to classes, or ask for instruction rather than simply ~assuming~ they're good at it.

With a roll of his eyes, the vampire finishes off his drink and sets aside his glass, pulling Dorian closer as he finally starts to relax and get comfortable. Laughing about bad sex and cuddling into his soulmate is definitely helping his mood.] It could've been worse, I suppose. He was delightfully warm the whole way through, and he did keep his hands on me even after he finished. It's not enough for another run-in, but I can give him a point for that.

[Dorian chuckles again, and polishes the rest of his drink off a touch clumsily, before sticking the glass back on the side of the tub. The heavy drinking they’re doing is starting to hit him, and the sensation is making his limbs pleasantly warm and his thoughts a place of settled ease filled with nothing but the sensations of the hot bath water, Toby’s nude form up against him, and the scents of the bath oils.

It’s what he was looking for this evening.]

Chalk one up for the generosity of mortals who don’t know what they’re getting into. [He slips an arm into the crook of Toby’s closest one, and rests his chin on the vampire’s shoulder.]

Maybe we should come up with a way to get out of encounters we don’t want to go any farther. [He grins a bit, a hint of deviousness sparking in his eyes.] One of us texts the other an emoji, and the other calls a few moments later as the angry boyfriend that’s ‘discovered an affair’?

[It’s a ridiculous idea, halfway-seriously meant, and it’s also one Dorian knows would likely work on most people.]

[Toby's equally loose at this point, having had far more to drink than his boyfriend, but all clumsiness is hidden with over-exaggerated movements that keep the other man nice and close.

At the suggestion of a code... emoji? for saving each other from a bad hookup, he can't help but laugh. It's brilliant, actually, and for as facetious as the offer might be, he rather likes it. People here do keep asking him about why he's not home with his boyfriend or if he's allowed out, so why not use it when things are going that badly?]

Would have to be something really meaningful to most people. Maybe with a message on the side, yeah? A coded one. Something 'bout... I dunno, checking in? Or asking you to bring home... dinner? [He laughs and shakes his head a bit too vigorously.] That's the sort of things mortals text to each other, yeah? Just stupid stuff that doesn't really matter but provokes fights anyway?

[He says that as if they haven't had fights over similarly small or "stupid" things in the past. If asked later, he'll say it's not the same and that he missed the connection purely because he was very drunk at the time.]

[Dorian laughs too. The idea of playing the 'jealous boyfriend' to get Toby out of bad sex is inherently funny, and something he'd enjoy playing up. Bad or boring sex really is unforgivable.]

You send me 'I'm bringing home pizza', and the next thing you know I'm calling and shouting your ear off, loud enough to be heard by whoever you're with. [Dorian chuckles again and sways, gripping at Toby's arm a bit harder to keep his balance as water sloshes out the open-air side of the tub.]

I know you're out with someone else! [He waves an arm in a dramatic pantomime of an angry significant other.] Who are they?! Is it that man from the theater again? Don't you dare hang up on me!

[The very idea of Dorian screaming into his ear about being out and having sex with someone else is amusing even before all the alcohol he's had, and now it's hilarious. There's more sloshing of water as he shifts to put his hands up "in surrender," though he's laughing the entire time as he tries to play along.]

Darling, please, it's not the man from the theater. [A beat.] I mean it's no one. You know you're my one and only...

[God, this is too funny. Toby snorts a laugh as he slumps into the side of the tub, grinning.] Imagine limiting yourself to one person for the rest of your life. Life's too long for that.

[He laughs again at Toby's 'surrender', sinking gratefully into the ease of joking around together. Looking to chase and maintain the pleasant alcohol-fueled and emotional buzz they've got going on now, he closes clumsy fingers around the bottle of scotch they've been sharing, and draws it over to himself to start unscrewing the lid.

Dorian issues a short, acknowledging sound at Toby's last comment.]

It's possible when your youth spans a good twenty-five years at best-- or if you have a depressing lack of imagination. [Yes, dunking on basically all mortals ever, here. Flicking away the lid to the bottle, Dorian tips back a healthy gulp of scotch.]

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I think they've got both those problems, most the time. I know the older crowd has their own, but at least they've some imagination after years of practice. [Something Toby very much appreciates when it comes to lovers or one night stands. Not that they all need to be interesting or memorable, but a little creativity goes a long way. Even their sex would get boring if the both of them stuck to the same thing day after day.

Once Dorian's done taking a good swig from the bottle, Toby plucks it out of his soulmate's hands and guzzles a bit. There's not much left sloshing around in there by the time he's done.] Youth - real, age-y youth - is overrated anyway. You don't know enough to do what you want, have enough to do it even if you do, and you waste it surrounded by people who know as little as you!

[The dunking is expanding and his drunken mind is absolutely going full bore on it.]

[Drunkenness is well and truly taking hold now, and as Toby relieves him of the bottle they've done an excellent job on putting away, Dorian leans in to press himself against the vampire, one arm snaking around his waist.]

Back around the 1890s, Oscar always used to say that the value of youth was in thinking one knows everything but really knows nothing. [He has the benefit of experience now to recognize it as a clever aphorism an aesthete would claim.]

I've always wondered what he would think about me these days, if he could see what over a century has done with youth that has experience. [It's not something he's about to dig into morosely, when he'd rather press his lips in a sensual trail along the peak of one of the other man's collarbones.]

Before he died, he told me that he worried for me. [He's in too good of a mood now to be bothered by the idea, and it's offered more in a tone of idle curiosity as his gaze flicks up to meet Toby's.]

[The turn of phrase would be worth contemplation if Toby was in any state for it. As it is, he ends up focusing on that last bit that comes out of his boyfriend's mouth, though perhaps not in an ideal way given their current levels of intoxication.]

That's 'cause you didn't know I was out there yet. [He chuckles and presses a mis-aimed kiss to Dorian's cheek.] I'd not've been a good influence for younger Dorian, but I'd say we did all right for ourselves in the end, yeah? 'S just you and me now, here in this weird... sex city place. And we're doing well here!

[This would be so much more eloquent if he weren't so drunk, but he's offers it magnanimously and without shyness as it is.]

[In this moment, Dorian couldn't agree more with everything he's hearing. He'd agree even if he was stone-cold sober. As soon as he realized Toby was him, his entire world reoriented.]

We're here, and you're alive. [Reaching out, he basks drunkenly in the beautiful sight of the other man's face this close to his own, and then presses their lips together.]

And you would have been exactly the kind of influmance-- influence [He chuckles at his own silly slurring.] I was looking for as a young man. For better and worse.

[He leans into that kiss happily as it comes, swaying and knocking their mostly empty scotch bottle into the tub. It's a sad loss, but worth it.]

Certainly for worse, but it would've been worth it. [How could more time with his soulmate be anything else? They've got eternity ahead of them, but any second extra they could have is one the vampire wants. Smiling, albeit a bit distractedly, he leans in for another kiss and pulls the other man close.]

Love you, [he murmurs, sighing happily and stealing yet another kiss.] For better or worse.

[He smiles up at Toby, his arms slipping around the other man more completely. It's awkward in the tub and they're both being crammed up against porcelain in ways they'll regret later, but he doesn't care.]

For better or worse, [he agrees, fondly (and drunkenly).]

It would have been worth it. [Unintentionally silly, and overly enunciated indignation is a go.]

When I was young I was looking for everything and anyone who could show me anything new. And you-- [He hiccups a bit, pointedly poking a finger into Toby's chest.] nothing about you would have turned me away.

[He can't help but chuckle at the poke when it comes, drunkenly swiping for it and completely missing it. Not that he really cares, but he was going to put that hand to better use than chest pokes if he'd had the chance.]

Nothing turned you away even as a fully mature adult. [Another chuckle as he leans a bit too close to grin at his boyfriend, really getting in his face for... effect? It's hard to tell at this point.] S'why it was so easy to catch you. I knew you'd give chase once you'd caught a whiff of me.

It wasn't that easy. [Pouting is occurring, and in full force.]

That first time I saw you, you were using vampire charms. It's no wonder I couldn't take my eyes off you.

[He loves this adorable, pouting face so much. It's one of his favorites! Especially when they're both drunk.]

Only when I walked in the room! [Now it's his turn to poke his boyfriend's chest.] The rest was me being naturally charming. And manipulative, but you love that bit.

Rejecting me on the spot isn't charming. [But he's smiling as he says it.

He did 'love that bit'. Toby is undeniably charismatic, and nothing has driven him quite so crazy with interest and curiosity since.

It's a good memory.]

[He sees that smile and knows he's won. This might be one of the most morally corrupt things he's done to get his way, but does it really matter? They're here and very much in love with each other, which wasn't his plan at all that night in the 80s. It's an exciting happenstance, one they're both enjoying the benefits of.

Toby leans closer as he hides his boyfriend's chest one more, slightly too strong poke.] You're everything I didn't know I needed. I'd do it all again to end up back here with you.

[Dorian’s smile and eyes soften at that comment.]

Me too. [This might end up being stolen time if one or both of them eventually ends up getting ripped away from Duplicity again, but he doesn’t care about that right now.

Wrapping his fingers around the hand jabbing into his chest, he draws Toby’s up to press a kiss to the soft underside of his wrist.]

Have I made up for what I said earlier? [He might be turning on the penitent charm a bit. It would be really nice to make out with his boyfriend right now.]

[Dorian's obvious in what he wants, but this would be Toby not caring right now. They're both drunk, and he's feeling much better after laughing about and dunking on mortals for a bit. Having his boyfriend with him through all of it helps.]

Yeah. You're out of the woods. [He smiles and leans in for a clumsy kiss.] Keep being nice, and you can have whatever you want until we pass out tonight. [A beat.] Some kind of orgasm included.

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I’ll be very nice. [Pleased that they’ve been able to make their way back to both of them being in a better place, Dorian gathers the other man closer and leans in to press his chest against the vampire’s. He finds Toby’s lips with his own (after a bit of clumsiness), sinking into the pleasure of kissing the other man in a savoring, and utterly unhurried manner. When they part, he exhales softly, and reaches up to thread his fingers within the other man’s mass of ruffled hair.]

All I want is to feel alive with you right now.

[All clumsiness is forgotten (unnoticed, actually) as Dorian presses their lips together. Toby wraps his arms around his boyfriend as they leisurely kiss the life from each other, eventually drawing the other man into his lap so he can better reach the lovely planes of his back.]

I'm good for that, [he murmurs, resting a hand on the back of Dorian's shoulder to draw him closer. Not pushing for anything, but needing to be closer now that the first part of their conversation has dissipated into the hot water around them.] I'm yours, always.

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