The mug of ale on the bar top went untouched. Or, rather, the most recent one did. Vaxus could already feel his head beginning to swim from the first one he'd had. Some fancy new brew their bartender was trying. It had hit a lot of them hard, except Iron Bull.
And, in all reality, Vaxus might have been entertained by the rousing song Iron Bull was trying to lead the patrons in if his gaze weren't locked on something else entirely. Something much more soothing. Soft. Pleasant.
He leaned his elbow against the bar, his head in one hand and a wistful sigh escaping his lips. One table away, Dorian sat attempting to not make an utter fool of himself. He was generally succeeding, too, from the looks of things. Not that Vaxus particularly cared what Dorian was doing. Or, rather, if it was happening over there and not over where he was. All over his body.
Vaxus blinked, sitting up straighter before his mind wandered too far. He could feel the tell-tale warmth spreading across his cheeks. All at the mere thought of what those wonderful, delicious lips of Dorian's could do. He wet his own lips, his body thrumming with the beginnings of a strong arousal.
It was time to do something about this. Pushing the mug away, Vaxus stood up and half-staggered across the room to Dorian. He grasped the mage by the shoulders, hoisted him up from his seat and planted a firm, but passionate kiss on his lips.
They broke apart and Vaxus spoke, his voice rough and heavy, and eyes lingering on Dorian's lips. "I need you. Now."