Dorian returned the kiss with much eagerness, he tasted a bit of the coffee he had had, too much sugar and cream. It lingered on him, much like the smell of flowers he carried on him even without having flowers. When Angel thrusted up he groaned a bit his eyes trying to roll back. Sensory overload.

"Fuck, Angel." The words rolled out from between his lips before the question registered and he lifted his head long enough to mutter. "A time or two... kinda." A bit of a shrug give, "Been with enough women to know what to do." He added dipping back down to kiss Angel once more, the taste of the other vampire was addicting.

His hips ground down against the other vampires hips. He couldn't remember the last time he was so turned on.