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"But Bev..." you all but whined, setting your glass down on the minibar firmly, meeting the redhead's sympathetic gaze. "I knew he would be conservative, but this..."
You had confessed your feelings to him a whole week ago now. And, so you thought, he had responded, cheeks tinged pink, with acceptance. After talking to all his forms, he had almost awkwardly ran his fingers through his brown hair, tousling it, as he murmured that he would hold you closer than anyone in the house. You had reached out, stepped into his embrace, and rejoiced in the contact as he held you. Home free, so you thought, gleefully, finally together after months of yearning, at least from your side.
But then, he returned to his original demeanour, almost even stiffer than that if that had been possible. Only the faint pink at the tips of his ears betrayed any change as you greeted him warmly in the morning. With that, it had become way to awkward to advance any bit of your relationship, despite his claimed feelings for you. And now, you found yourself sadly day drinking your concerns away, trying not to think about the multiple doors in this room alone potentially watching your pathetic session. At least he probably was far enough to not hear.
"Have you considered talking to a … less restrained version of him?" she suggested, blushing a bit herself. "He's the only form of Dorian I actually have seen here to unwind." she mused. "It might be worth a try. None of us really understand what's going on beneath his polished exterior... If you can't do it, I wonder if anyone can."
You smiled at her comfort.
"Thanks..." you responded. "It might be worth a try."
Front Dorian was deep in thought as he gazed out the front door, watching clouds dot the sky. He really was in a sad state, he told himself, frozen in a state of overthinking each word, each action. For the brief relief and happiness he had had at finally letting them in, he now found himself at a loss of what to do. He... it had been a long time for him. And for how hurt he had been the previous time due to the actions of a certain key, he now found himself afraid to hurt someone else in return. He knew the power a lover held. So, all he could figure out was to continue his job as he worked himself into an even further mess.
"Christ..." he sighed, his oaken frame creaking as he leaned against the physical frame itself heavily, a rare break in his normal upright posture. He was distracted enough that he missed the human of his affections tiptoe past him, into the office, the door to the boiler room left ajar just enough to nudge open without alerting him much.
"-Oh." Trap Dorian stopped in his tracks, having been lying down as usual, a book in his hands. You quirked an eyebrow, amused despite your serious reasons for coming here. You supposed he had relatively little to do compared to the other versions of him. "G'day, miss. What brings you here?"
You noted the lack of 'love' in his response, heart sinking a bit at that.
"Dorian... We need to talk, I think." you managed, sitting down in front of him, cradling your knees. He started a bit at your crestfallen expression. He had strict instructions from himself to hold back, but he frowned at the thought that he might not even be allowed to comfort you. No way. His hands came to cradle your face, a soft touch. It gave you hope. His eyes were warm as they searched yours. "You don't even call me 'love' anymore... do you still even..." you sniffed as tears welled up in your eyes.
Trap Dorian, despite his relatively unclothed state, moved in an instant, pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest. You blinked the tears down your face, at the same time reddening at the skin-to-skin contact.
"Right then... we made a proper mess of things, 'aven't we." he breathed, close to her ear. "I apologise, love. Especially my Front form is a right idiot when it comes to matters of the heart."
You savoured the embrace, but he broke it.
"I get that you came to me. I'm a bit easier to crack." he said, pushing her by her shoulders. "But him out there, he's a proper idiot. I humbly apologise, but you may need to break him."
"W-what?" you stuttered. "What does that mean?"
Dorian seemed oddly matter-of-fact despite the pink tinging his ears.
"If you haven't noticed, we've a bit of a restraint issue" he started, rubbing the back of his neck. "A bit overly cautious, if you will."
"Okay..." you managed, wondering where he was going with this. But this was already great progress compared to earlier and you almost cursed not going to ask for advice earlier. His eyes didn't meet yours as he pondered what he should and shouldn't tell you.
"If you can break through that, there's probably no going back for... us." he finished, leaning forward on his knees. Honestly, he was already exercising that restraint at the barely veiled desire in your eyes as you tried not to drink in his form. He knew that, although this form of him would not hesitate to touch you, it wouldn't feel genuine to him, and probably you as well, if this was the first experience you had like that together.
"Listen close then, love. He sat cross-legged, planting his hands on his knees, dark eyes boring into her own. "Here's what you do."
You exited the room with hands covering your face, not quite ready to face any of the objects yet. You slipped off the glasses and ran straight upstairs.
"No way..." you squeaked, muffled into your pillow as you flopped onto the bed. Were you assertive enough to do this at all? If it wasn't another form of him that had suggested all this, you would have never dared. Insane! What a troublesome man. Couldn't you have fallen for someone regular?
You fell for your literal furniture. Never mind that.
You managed the evening okay, mostly with your head in the gutter as you made your plan. Right, restraint. Breaking his restraint. Breaking the restraint of Dorian, the literal personification of a door, not just one, a fucking hardwood front door with a steely gaze that only barely had softened since your confession.
You would have to channel all the confidence you had. Convince him this was really what you wanted. That he was what you wanted, even if he wasn't in... proper form. Trap Dorian's words echoed in your mind, making you flush again.
It was time, you supposed. Legs definitely not shaking a bit with nerves, you hooked the Dateviators on the collar of your wide-necked, loose t-shirt, showing off your shapely form, dipping low enough to allow a bit of a view from above. It was late in the evening, and you rummaged in the boiler room for a bit, searching for a specific box that you hadn't dared take out for a while. You tried not to think about the smirking Trap Dorian, probably imagining you flustered to hell as you headed for the front door.
With the glasses off, you almost could imagine you were - just - doing some maintenance on your door. Right, maintenance. It was almost a funny suggestion, but since the great Object Awakening you wouldn't have dared. Although, when some of them asked, of course, you had helped out. Tony took care of the most though. Anyway...
Steeling your eyes on the door, imagining his eyes meeting yours, you stepped forward, taking a microfiber cloth and a small stepladder, starting at the top and removing the thin layer of dust that had collected in the elegant ridges of the old wood. You swear there was an unnatural creaking, but you bit back words, just steading your breath as you continued. Although it was a bit nerve-wracking, it also was satisfying. After the dusting, you set the cloth away. You bet he hoped you were done now. But then you took out the wood polish.
"Best get out of here, I warn you!" Front Dorian all but shouted at the snickering object personifications lingering in the hallway. He all but growled as his face grew red. Their touch was trailing down the side of his neck as he swallowed thickly. What the bloody hell was this? Something... someone... in the back of his mind whistled a low tone, and his eyes widened. No - he wouldn't - after all the work he did not overstepping. He found himself leaning back heavily, away from the touch, but couldn't escape. The door creaked. As the other objects finally left the vicinity, he allowed himself a tortured sigh against the back of his hand, his hat askew.
The little curtains you had hung up on the door ages ago, you almost had to giggle as you removed them from in front of the window. Then, setting them aside, you took the polishing cloth and began to rub circles into the oak, almost distracted enough by how lovely it shone afterwards. You did this methodically, taking care to do it properly even though it was, of course, not a coincidence that you decided to do this particular task today. You brushed against the doorknob as you tiptoed up to get the frame as well.
Suddenly, without any prior alarm, your eyes widened as your glasses seemed to lift up from your shirt, pressed onto your face as they awakened. You realised you weren't quite mentally prepared for what you would see subsequently. Dorian's fingers came away from the side of your face where he had placed the glasses, apologising to Skylar internally. His eyes were impossibly dark, a dusting of pink colouring his expression. Even his hat was askew, his jacket, which seemed to have become corresponding with the curtains, off.
"What do you think you are doing, love?" he managed. "I don't require maintenance. Not now."
Now that was a lie, but he was digging for words. Their hand rested on his upper abdomen in this awakened state, and it almost absentmindedly continued the polishing rotating press, a sound dropping from his lips.
You held back a smile. 'Love' had returned. The fast progress was marvellous, you thanked Trap Dorian internally. "No need to worry, Dorian. I know there are some things that you guys can't do for yourself."
The sun was setting, and his form seemed to glow in the light.
"It's just maintenance, all you need to do is keep doing your job keeping the house safe." you said teasingly. He cocked an eyebrow at the challenge.
"Right, so just another day...?"
In this form, the realness of the situation just hit you. It was time for the next part of the plan.
"All you need to do is stay still, Dorian. Please don't move, I want to do a proper job."
His eyebrows slightly raised, he had to admit he vaguely enjoyed this odd banter, even if it wasn't quite the distraction from his inner turmoil as the object of his affections was right there.
"Crack on with it then." he breathed. No going against a command from the homeowner, not for a good reason, after all. Definitely not for just weakness, embarrassment.
Then, without warning, you slipped the glasses back off and set them properly out of reach now. Grinning, you didn't miss the creak that ensued.
The door now shone from your careful care, and you lastly took the microfiber cloth and reached for the letterbox, gulping. Starting carefully with just removing the dust.
A groan tore from the tall man's throat as you pushed up against him, diligent hand terribly low on his body.
"God - " broke from his lips, blood rushing to his face and cock. The gentle touch had become strokes now, over his clothed heat. He should stop this nonsense, but he was dedicated to his promise of staying still as much as he could. Sweat pearled on the side of his neck and forehead as he tried to steady his breathing. He internally begged them to both don the glasses and not, mind growing hazier.
"Dorian? Are you okay?" he was shaken from his reverie at the glasses being back on their flushed face, feigning innocence. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" you asked, knee between his. The pressure made him involuntarily press into the touch, an almost starved gasp tumbling from his lips.
"No, love. I'm perfectly-" he started as you rubbed against him again, looking up with dark eyes. His gaze was pulled to the opening of your shirt, the curve of your chest like a magnet. Your hands came up his shirt, pretending to look for blemishes.
"I'm sure I was careful..." you murmured as you touched him over his shirt, pressing into the muscles lying below. "But it's important to check."
Were they not aware of what this did to him, Front Dorian wondered? A bit away, Trap Dorian all but rolled his eyes, vaguely miffed he didn't get to experience this for himself.
"Ah well, might as well get on with it then" he muttered as he palmed the growing tightness in his trousers, eyes fluttering closed as he leaned back against the wall, enjoying the view through his other form's eyes.
Suddenly, a noise in the hallway started him, and in an instant Front Dorian had you flipped around and pressed between him and the door, hiding you in the relative darkness. He wasn't quite sure why had done that as you seemed to believe you weren't doing anything improper, but instinct had taken over.
"Go on then" he mouthed harshly when he turned his head barely enough to see Tony and Tina passing through the hallway, both amused to see him a bit flustered, but no idea why he was in that state. No jacket? That was new to even the other Dorian's.
You rejoiced at this, now able to enact the final part of your plan. For that, you quickly dropped down to your knees. Before he could protest, you pressed your lips to his clothed bulge, not missing the groan that broke from him as his hips stuttered.
"Now you're just being cheeky, aren't you?" he breathed. "Is that what this is? Messing with me?"
He was distracted by more activity in the hall behind him, now really having to stay still.
"Quiet, Dorian, they might hear you." you teased. He managed a frown. That frown quickly broke, lips parting slightly, eyes falling closed as you managed to silently undo his overly complex belt, pressing a kiss to his clothed, straining member. "By gods - you really can't be -" he breathed, swallowing back a moan as you continued, hiding between him and the door. Perhaps others would be wondering why they only saw his back today. He seemed to be losing the ability to care. Honestly, in the haze of his arousal, the worries he had earlier about overstepping seemed to be falling away, looking almost silly. You took his hazed moment to carefully slip him out of his black boxers, marvelling at the size of him, how his erection came up to press against his lower stomach.
He was pulled from thought with a jolt as you licked up his straining cock slowly, one hand hooked in his belt loop to keep him close. A rather obscene noise tumbled from his lips, one hand quickly coming up to stifle himself. "Love, please-" he gasped. "You'd better-"
Eyes rolled into the back of his head as the heat of your mouth descended onto him, impossibly soft and tight at the same time. He strained not to move, not to show what was happening here. Not because he minded, definitely not anymore, but because the others DEFINITELY could not see him in this form, but the need to hide was doing something to him, winding him up even tighter inside. He cursed this side of himself internally. He bit away a moan again, and you realised that he was a lot more vocal than you expected. Heat trickled down your body, pooling in your core. But that would have to wait, for now. You almost got him. His length was almost overwhelming to take, but he couldn't help but press in, barely restrained. The air around you felt charged, hot, his fast breathing and barely bit back noises almost enough to make you come undone yourself. As you felt his legs tremble, you popped him out of your mouth, him shivering at the relatively cold air on his heat. You came up to face him, wordlessly meeting his eyes as your hand continued at a slow pace.
"Love..." he started, meaning to say something meaningful, but with a pointed twist of your hand, part of that composure finally came undone, an almost growl pulling from his throat as he pressed you up against the door proper, meeting you in an open-mouthed kiss. You almost forgot to celebrate your win as his tongue dipped into your mouth, goosebumps erupting down the sides of your neck and arms as his dilated eyes drank in yours. "You've made a proper mess of me now-" he breathed, taking your mouth again. "Gods... If anyone loses respect for me because of this..."
But his tone wasn't serious, and you couldn't help but grin against his lips as you finally got the taste of him you had longed for. He moaned into your mouth as you quickened your movements, then he finally decided to put his strength to use, easily capturing the wrist of your teasing hand and pinning it against the door next to you. Your breath hitched in your throat.
"You'd better not push me further, love" he managed, you promptly ignores that warning and hooked one leg up around the back of his knees. He held his breath for a moment, then, in a fluid moment, he hooked his hands behind your knees, hitching you right up against him. As he loomed over you, his length pressed straight against your core. "Careful now" he murmured against your lips, before capturing them. It was just amazing, your head lolling back as his mouth came down to next suck hard on the side of your neck, pulling a small sound from you as he ground against you.
He was becoming less quiet, a lot less quiet now. In fact, words were tumbling from the Brit's lips as he rutted against you, pressing against your own core. Only some you could actually hear, either buried by his harsh breathing or thick accent.
"Perhaps the only way to gain some respect back from you is to claim you" he whispered.
You would normally laugh at how serious he sounded saying this, but now, as your eyes widened as his calloused fingers tugged down your shorts, pulled aside your panties, you realised this had escalated a bit more than you had expected prior. His length pressed to your core without barriers now, and all you wanted was for him to finally give in. You didn't have to do much for that, though - your hips rolled against him automatically, hungry for more contact now that you finally had it.
"Please, Dorian-" you started before his lips were on yours again, mouth claiming yours as one of his hands came down to position himself, shuddering as his tip pressed against your hole, stunned for a moment to find you prepared and slick.
His gaze went faraway for a few moments as somewhat of a curse fell from his lips. "Fucking amazing" he groaned, pressing into you. "You feel divine"
His words flattered you, but you barely had time to recover as he slotted into you, all of his hard length sheathed snugly inside. His breath was right next to your ear, as he huffed a smile. "I guess you got me then, love. So better deal with the consequences."
With that, he pulled from you, then plunged in again, the angle immediately stroking against that best spot inside of you. You involuntarily clenched around him, crying his name, that was definitely loud. He didn't even look embarrassed anymore as black eyes bored into yours. "If people are going to see - or hear -" he murmured. "I guess I'd better get to letting 'em know who you belong to."
At a slow pace, almost languidly, he pressed into you, then out, gently pounding into your pliant body as you clung on to his strong shoulders, fingers tangling in the short hair at the base of his neck. He hid his face against the side of your neck. "Absolutely gorgeous" he whispered, groaning as you tightened around him. "All I want is to stay here forever."
He slowed, finding that spot inside and rubbing against it more, angling specifically.
"is it 'verything you hoped it would be, love?" his accent coming in thick as he lost himself in the pleasure. Couldn't help but nod as he found your spot and quickened his pace, free hand coming down to palm against your heat. The dual touch was almost too much, and you found yourself close to coming undone. His hips lost their rhythm as his breath came fast, huffing against your ear. Then, you pulled him away from your neck, back to your lips, as you met him in a bruising kiss. As you bit his lower lip, swallowing the ensuing groan, you felt him twitch inside you.
He lasted maybe a few more strokes as he broke the kiss, hiding against your neck again as he your name tumbled from his lips in a low moan, coming undone inside you, the final push against your spot enough to undo you as well, crying out his name as you arched your back, door creaking at your combined weight and with your combined movement. Even he was weak in the knees as his release was milked from him, and he had to drop down to his knees, leaning over you, shuddering as he focused not to drop you as well. He remained pressed into you for a few long moments as you both came down from the high, on the floor, at the front door. It was suspiciously devoid of others, had been for a while now, and Dorian was silently grateful.
Now that you both had found your release, you found yourself suddenly a bit anxious again.
"Dorian, I hope I wasn't too -" you started, voice a bit raw. His index finger came up to press against your lips.
"My Trap Door form put you up to this, didn't he" he tried to look annoyed, but couldn't quite manage. "Wanker" he muttered.
You giggled at the break in his composure, and found it hard to stop.
"Since you're so cheery, let's get out here and clean up, then" he smiled, having regained enough strength to scoop you into his arms. "And then you can explain to me what the bloody hell your plan was after doing this to me."
You would have to talk properly, for sure. But at least the ice had been broken, you thought with a silent thanks to his Trap Form, who you would definitely have to thank properly later.