Angel's thumb darted out to catch his own cock, pressing it against Dorian's and pumping slowly, a heady groan and a harder thrust from his hips when Dori brings his fangs back into play. His words were half growled, half choked out.

"You don't have to worry about hurting me. I can take it. Top or bottom is your choice Dorian." Angel's face changed, fangs coming back out as another unfightable wave of pleasure rolled through him. His breath came in what felt like rushes as he tried to focus his mind enough to speak again. "I don't care, so long as you don't stop."