The fangs would make a reappearance, but as Angel wasn't currently feeding, he didn't keep them out. Habits of a lifetime of survival. Angel finished opening Dorian's pants and pushed them off his hips, grinning that cheeky arrogant grin again. He watched as Dorian undressed him, toeing out of his shoes and kicking them off to the side as he stepped out of the fabric.

As soon as they were free of their pants, Angel's hungry mouth went back to assaulting Dorian's flesh. His face changed as he drug his fangs down the other's collarbone heading for his chest, tongue flicking along the skin as he went. Eager hands slid up Dorian's thighs, trimmed nails drawing harshly along the skin, teasingly roaming around just the edges of his pubes.