Once the jeans fell and were kicked off. All Dorian was left in was a pair of red silk boxers and... dinosaur socks. He was SUCH the mature adult. Unlike Angel his nails were always jagged, he never bothered with them. They had been jagged and sharp when he died and it only got worse when he changed. It made for ranking them up someones body extra tingling, and when trying to scare someone it added a touch of fear. Right now they were running up Angel's arms as the otehrs nails moved up his thighs.

For a moment he expected himself to turn to jello under those talented mouth and hands. He moved his own hands then when the fingers teased around the hair placing both hands squarely on Angel's chest and shoving him hard towards the couch just past the chairs they had started on. He didn't ask permission, not with ANgel. He knew what he wanted and he wanted it now.