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[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian stepped through into the large, airy bedroom in his home by the ocean in Los Angeles. The windows were still thrown open just as he'd left them, the white curtains billowing with salt-scented air as a summer breeze wafted through the room. The room itself is dominated by a massive bed, the wrought iron posts and headboard stark contrast among the white linens and mounds of pillows.

What had always amused people was that Dorian's home was minimally furnished, decorated in mostly white with only various splashes of red to break it up, and was intensely clean. Everything was in its place, just as he liked it, and after the lavish parties he threw, everything was always back where it belonged before he fell asleep.

The door closes behind Ganymede and Dorian goes to the bedroom door itself and shouts down.

"Sarah! I have a guest staying with me! Keep that in mind when you cook supper!"

An older woman's voice floated up from somewhere down below. "Yes, Mr. Gray! Supper will be reading in an hour!"

Dorian turns and leans against the doorjamb, watching Ganymede.

"Welcome home, pretty," he murmurs.

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[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede likes the colors, and wanders toward the iron headboard, brushing his fingertips over the cool metal. "It is pretty, here..." The salt air on his tongue when he speaks is sharp and nice.

"You live with a woman?" Somehow he'd have thought Dorian would live alone; he ponders this as he faces the wide, open windows, breeze ruffling his hair. "It's a beautiful place."

[the_dorian_gray]

"Sarah is my housekeeper. She makes sure everything is always clean and that I'm fed. She's a necessary intrusion in my life, but she's been with me for the last decade, so I've grown used to her."

His eyes follows all of Ganymede's movements.

"I like the ocean. I like living on the beach. It's... soothing."

[the_cupbearer]

"I have not been to an ocean in a very long time..." he murmurs, looking over a shoulder at Dorian from where he's standing by the open window, letting the wind lift and tease the hem of his shirt.

"So much white..." he marvels, looking around the room. "And of course red."

[the_dorian_gray]

"What I lost and what I am," he murmurs, pushing away from the doorjamb and over to a sofa peppered with red pillows. He runs a finger over the rich, plush velvet covering a pillow. "All my estates are thusly furnished."

[the_cupbearer]

"The color of innocence and power, and...passion." he says gently, following Dorian. "How many do you have?" he asks, brushing a hand over his back.

"Thank you for bringing me here," Ganymede murmurs.

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian's eyes focus on Ganymede when his lover makes such an astute observation on what the color scheme meant.

"I have the house here, a penthouse in New York, a cabin in Colorado, the estate in London, a townhome in Paris, and a loft in Florence."

[the_cupbearer]

He smiles. "You live in all those places?" he asks, tilting his head. He likes colors, and it doesn't take very long to figure out what some are associated with.

He has always liked red, himself. Ganymede blinks as he notices the look Dorian is giving him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

[the_dorian_gray]

"I hold the estates for when one place bores me, but they are just places to stay for years at a time. I often simply pick a city, travel there, and rent a lavish hotel room for a few months before moving on."

Dorian walks to the french doors and throws them open, stepping out on the balcony.

"Come out and see the ocean, pretty," he calls, leaning on the railing.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede follows him out, and stops in the doorway at the sight of the ocean, and smiles gently.

"It is pretty," he says. The same blue as the Aegean when he used to swim there. "It suits you, the room. And the ocean." The immortal moves to the railing, feeling the wind push at his hair, though it doesn't move much, being as short as it is.

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian closes his eyes, smiling as he inhales.

"It drowns out all thoughts, the rushing of the sea. It... helps me sleep many nights."

[the_cupbearer]

"Mmm," he murmurs, standing beside Dorian and leaning a hip on the rail. "I would like to sleep with the lull of the ocean behind me," he says. "It is nice."

Ganymede leans over impulsively and presses a soft kiss to Dorian's cheek.

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian opens his eyes and turns to smile at Ganymede.

"Do you want to share my room with me, or would you like your own?"

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede blinks. "I...I would sleep with you, unless you would wish me not to," he says, tilting his head.

[the_dorian_gray]

He cups Ganymede's face with a hand and kisses the immortal slowly.

"I only asked because I didn't know if you wanted privacy. I'd rather my room be yours."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede smiles, and kisses him back sweetly. "Privacy is not something I have ever been used to," he says. "And not something I am sure I really want, yet."

He brushes the backs of his fingers against Dorian's cheek.

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian chuckles.

"Privacy around here is usually hard to come by most nights."

[the_cupbearer]

He smiles. "I do not mind not having it," he says, coming closer and placing his hands lightly on Dorian's waist.

[the_dorian_gray]

His arms slide around Ganymede, pulling him against his body as the window kicks up around them for a moment.

"I think you'll like it here," he says, dipping down, his lips moving over his bite mark on Ganymede's throat.

[the_cupbearer]

He hisses a little at the touch, and leans his head back to expose that side of his neck. "I think I will as well," he says softly.

"Are you going to have me...out here?" Ganymede asks, leaning back against the railing, pulling Dorian with him. The idea of doing that does interest and excite him.

[the_dorian_gray]

"Do you want me to?" he whispers, lips and teeth moving up Ganymede's neck to tease the immortal's ear.

[the_cupbearer]

He gives a light and airy chuckle, smiling. "I would enjoy that..."

[the_dorian_gray]

Dorian helps Ganymede to sit up on the railing, and he moves between his lover's legs, smirking.

"Very well. An appetizer before Sarah calls us for supper, hmm?"

His fingers work open the fastenings of Ganymede's jeans.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede smiles, a little surprised at himself for suggesting what they were about to do, but nonetheless aroused by the idea. The beach was mostly empty, so it wasn't exactly a show, but still, the notion that someone could catch them at any time was...thrilling.

"Mmmm, if you like..." His own hands are resting lightly on Dorian's shoulders, waiting for a cue to take before he moves.

[the_dorian_gray]

A slight smile curves his lips as he looks up at Ganymede, sliding his hand between parted fabric to take Ganymede in hand.

"Need to take you shopping tomorrow," he purrs as his hand strokes up and down.

[the_cupbearer]

This is surprisingly comfortable, sitting and rocking his hips in time with Dorian's hand on him, legs splayed around the other man's hips.

"Do you?" he murmurs, on the edge of a giggle. This sort of pleasure...it makes him feel good. "Why?"