And he knew the word meant more than just the four letters.
Corbin’s throat bobbed as he turned back to face Dorian. "What?" he managed.
"Stay," Dorian repeated, voice not as strong this time. "The Infi are bound to me. They will not hurt us. And there are no more wandering people traveling in this snowstorm. Only us idiots."
The banter even made Corbin smile, but he shook his head. "I don't want the state you're in to influence whatever you're asking me to do," he said softly.
Dorian sat up and kissed Corbin's knuckles, both hands wrapping around his one as he looked up to him. "I am asking you to stay," he repeated. "Even if it means just sitting here by my side."
Corbin raised a disbelieving brow. "Something tells me you're not looking for comforting silence."
"I'm looking for safety," Dorian admitted. "And safe is here. Between the two of you. Close enough, I can protect you both, and you can protect me. If anyone is going to patrol outside, it is me. Not you. Not her. I cannot lose either of you. So stay. We can watch together."
A heavy huff left Corbin as he apparently considered Dorian's words. Knowing how hard it was for Dorian to say any of them. Dorian squeezed his hand again, and Corbin glared at him down his arm.
"How do you do this?" Corbin surrendered.
"Do what?"
"Get me to give in to you," Corbin answered as he sat down beside Dorian and pulled his knees into his chest. "How?"
Dorian gave him a half-smile, and he nudged Corbin's shoulder beside his. "Must be the family charm," he mocked. "Or you just think I'm pretty. Either one counts."
Corbin scoffed. "There you are," he bantered. "I wondered where my Prince had gone with the whole safety speech."
"Your Prince?" Dorian teased.
The smirk widened on Corbin's face. "Don't let it get to your head."
Dorian nearly grinned, but he settled his knotting stomach and merely glanced over at Corbin. "Do you think I don't mean the safety thing?"
"It's hard to know what you're exaggerating about when you're in need," Corbin said.
Need.
It was an understatement for the things Dorian wanted at that moment.
He wanted to be needed. He wanted to feel something more than the teasing and mindlessness of his usual endeavors. To be with someone who actually cared about him and surrender to that. That was what he wanted on that night. To feel he was not just another son of Arbina, but more. More than his family. More than their curses. More than just a Prince trying to find his way in the world.
Dorian shifted, his lips pressing to Corbin's shoulder. His stomach began to knot, knowing he was not kissing Corbin out of any lust or mindless want to sink his cock into another being. But rather out of the comfort he so desired in his heart.
Dorian moved, and Corbin's hand wrapped into his hair as Dorian reached for the Belwark's thigh. Hand rubbing up and down his leg as he turned into him, and Corbin moved his own arm to give Dorian greater access. Dorian's mouth traveled up his throat until he reached Corbin's lips. And for the briefest of moments, Dorian paused, soft smile growing on his lips, and then he kissed Corbin's smile.
He pushed his own hands to Corbin's jaw and cheek, holding him as the vulnerability of his entire being caved within him. Deepening that kiss and allowing Corbin to consume him and take him. His stomach knotted with every sweep of the Belwark's tongue against his own.
Reverie stirred beside them, and both glanced over to her. Quiet chuckles left them when they met one another's gaze. Dorian pushed down to his side and pulled the fur over them as Corbin slid to his back.
"If she wakes up, she can join or watch," Dorian uttered.
He kissed Corbin hard, knee coming between Corbin's stern legs and pushing against his length. Dorian savored him. Savored that needing feeling pouring through his bones. Savored Corbin's hands not immediately going to his cock but rather enjoying the slowness of it. Corbin held his head as Dorian moved to his throat, nipping his skin and devouring the taste of him. Hands traveling down the Belwark’s hard chest, feeling those rippled muscles beneath his fingertips, the soft hair on his stomach between his abs. Corbin's length began to harden against Dorian's thigh. Dorian nipped at his throat, groaning into him as he felt it.
Corbin’s fingers clenched in his hair as Dorian moved, whispering his name and opening up his neck as Dorian moved lower. Dorian untied Corbin’s trousers, but Corbin pushed him onto his back before he could finish, and Dorian surrendered to the man atop him.
Lips threading on his throat and sucking on his collarbone. Dorian held his hair, cursing under his breath as Corbin undid his pants and pulled his length free. His hips bucked at Corbin’s hands on his pelvis, that slow need growing and making his eyes roll. Corbin moved lower, finally moving from Dorian's side to on top of him. He stilled on his knees as he kissed him again, and Dorian reached for Corbin's pants to finish undoing them. Corbin groaned into his mouth as Dorian wrapped both his hands around Corbin's cock. The Belwark's hands pressing into the wall as he allowed Dorian’s grasp to pulse up and down, the tips of their lengths grazing against each other.
"Fuck, Dorian," Corbin whispered, and he pulled back to work his way down his front. Tasting down the middle of Dorian's chest until he sat back on his knees, bringing the fur up around his shoulders.
Corbin's hand wrapped his cock, pushing the beads of liquid over his length and spreading over his hand. The Belwark went lower, dropping his head. Dorian bent his knees up, feet pressing into the ground as his hips bucked upwards.
