“[...] If you don’t really want to wait for your person, you could go out and find anyone. Someone more…I don’t know. Just more."
[...]
“How can there be more?” he asked, and Dorian frowned.
“What?”
“How can there be more than you?”
[...]
“How can there be more, when you feel this good in my arms?” he said, pulling him closer.
“How can you think there can be more when you taste like this?” He pecked his lips again. And again. And again.
“How much more could there be when the thought of you close to me makes me go insane?” he said, lowering his head and kissing the soft skin just behind his ear, hearing him moan quietly.
He took his hand and placed his palm in the middle of his chest, allowing him to hear his heartbeat.
“How can there be more when this is what you do to me?” he whispered into his ear, kissing the shell of it right after his words, and Dorian caved.”