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Sinric giggles warmly, covering his mouth. "The chapel? Would we not get in trouble if we were caught?" Which is very much not a no. Quite the opposite, in fact.

"One, who should catch us?" Dorian says. "And two, we might argue that the third rule doesn't apply there, as it's not really a public place."

Beat.

"Also, we might just be dancing..."

He catches up to Dorian, leaning up to run the tips of his fingers over the inner turn of Dorian's thigh. "I hope very much you plan to do more with me than dance."

He grins wickedly and dances towards the chapel door.

Dorian laughs, and follows.

The chapel is in darkness but for a handful of tall pillar candles, their clear light making the colours of Sinric's dress ripple and his golden hair glow in its tightly, elaborately coif.

He leans against the altar, beckoning Dorian to join him.

Dorian dances up the aisle towards Sinric, eyes glittering in the candlelight.

Sinric watches him, opening his arms to waltz with him, singing softly under his breath.

His hands slide down Dorian's arms, moving to rest on his waist.

Dorian waltzes him around the altar and among the candles.

Sinric giggles and presses close, his eyes flashing sweetly. He pull Dorian with him to press against the altar. He slides one ankle around Dorian's, pressing up the back of his calf.

"Should we spread your lovely silks right here," Dorian purrs, "so you can be ravished on the the very altar?"

"You make me want to be very wicked indeed." Sinric purrs, pulling Dorian down into a lusty kiss.

Dorian kisses him deeply, greedily. "Such wickedness," he declares, "gives this darkly shining edge to everything."

"Would you have me shine for you?" Sinric purrs darkly, lifting himself onto the altar which is at such a perfect height.

His pretty dress and sweet colours belie the hunger of his kisses and the way he arches like a cat in heat.

"You already do," Dorian whispers into the kisses. "You blaze in the dark!"

"As do you." He smiles, drawing back to look into Dorian's eyes.

He lifts a hand to the wide, ornate collar, feeling for the clasp that lets the pastel silk fall away to his waist, leaving the collar to frame his bared breasts.

Dorian runs his hands through the silk, admiring the collar, touching Sinric's breasts accidentally on purpose as he does so.

Sinric gasps, letting his head fall back and thrusting his small, tight breasts out.

Dorian is fondling the collar, then runs it casually over Sinric's nipples.

Every touch to his tender breasts draws a gasp of pleasure from him. He arches, pressing and rubbing against Dorian.

Finally, Dorian takes pity on him and bends his head to the luscious pink nubs, wetly taking them between his lips.

Sinric gasps, running his hands through Dorian's hair. He rubs down the back of Dorian's neck, pulling lightly at his clothes.

Dorian's shirt collar and tie come off easily, falling down beside the altar.

The rest is harder to get at, as Dorian laves at Sinric's breasts with a hard, skilled tongue.

Sinric makes the most of the bared skin, running his hands all over Dorian's shoulders. Each lash of that clever tongue has him whimpering, arching up for more. "Dorian, please!"

"Whatever you wish," Dorian says. "Shall I adore you like a saint upon the altar?"

"Yes!" Sinric moans, "Please? Worship me?" Being spoilt like this is a treat.