Dorian was not used to getting bitten anymore, since Phoebe he had had issues letting it be done and now he couldn't figure out why. His senses were on fire. He didn't even realize he had been moved until his back touched the wall.

Dorian would have protested the lack of fangs but he was too far lost to the sensation to care. As long as the hands and mouth kept at it he was good. When Angel spoke the lust hazed green eyes open looking at Angel. Naked from the waist up and about to be more so. Today may not have been the day to wear his dinosaur socks... well he did think them lucky. Clearly he was a lucky man. Kicking his boots off he reached out to start to work ANgel's belt in much a mirror.

"You have, your intoxicating." His words rolled free laced in the lust running through his blood.