Dorian had never been shy about his attractions, even when it was something that his acquaintances viewed as inappropriate. When he had invited Dr Frankenstein out to dinner, Dorian knew that they would be met with a few odd glances and whispered comments. They would try and justify that they were simply two men out for dinner and discussion, they would ignore the way that Dorian would go out of his way to impress and touch the bashful doctor. They would ignore the stuttering words and the blushing cheeks as Victor attempted to hold up his end of the conversation. They would ignore everything so that they didn't have to accept that Dorian Gray, the man they shared their parties and expressed kindness to, was attempting to woo a poor man.
"So, Dr Frankenstein," Dorian began as he took a sip of his champagne, "Tell me about your research."
Dr Frankenstein paused for a moment, his fork and knife stilled in his hands as he eyes widen suddenly at the request. Taking another small bite of chicken that Dorian had ordered for them, he chewed slowly, bidding his time, and swallowed his a gulp. Dorian found himself momentarily distracted by the doctor's lips. Pink and chapped, bitten and gnawed on nervously. Lovely.
Dr Frankenstein cleared his throat, "I don't really have any specific research," He said simply, pausing to sip at his water, "I simply work with post-mortem to help discover the causes and reasons for death in our society." He finished his words quickly, avoiding Dorian's eyes as he spoke and looking instead at the clean white table cloth.
Dorian smirked and leaned forward across the table, he placed his hand underneath the doctor's chin and forced his sight upwards, "You don't have to shy away from me, Dr Frankenstein," He said, "I have no shame in what we are doing here together. You should not either."
"What are we doing here?" He asked quietly, his voice a whisper.
Dorian tilted his head to the side, "Why, anything you want us to do."
It was on the cab ride home that Dorian finally succeeded in making an impact with Dr Frankenstein. He had said a comment about the state of the streets and then he heard the most delightful noise. He heard Dr Frankenstein laugh. The shock of the situation much have been clear on his face because just as soon as it had begun, it was over. He almost wanted to ask for him to keep laughing, to never stop that Dorian could memorise the sound of it in his mind and listen to it forever, no matter how much time he had with Dr Frankenstein.
"You know, I don't think I've ever seen you smile, much less laugh." Dorian said, a wide grin breaking across his face.
Dr Frankenstein shook his head slightly, "I'm afraid there hasn't been much to smile about recently."
"Perhaps we could change that?"
Dorian leaned forward and brushed his lips against Victor's gently. He tried to show in his lips that if this was too much, all Victor had to do was say. When Victor's lips pressed back, chapped and rough to the touch, Dorian let out a sigh of relief before moving forward again. The kiss turned heated quickly, Dorian's tongue slipping out to trace the outside of the doctor's lips, seeking entrance and waiting impatiently for his permission to continue. When Victor's lips parted slightly, Dorian lunged forward, his kiss hot and wild. The two were panting messes, clinging to one another desperately, trying to touch what they could without pressuring their companion.
The pulled a part when the cab came to a sudden stop. Looking around them, the dirty streets and orphaned children showed that they had arrived to Victor's humble abode. Dorian turned back to the doctor and asked, "Might I join you upstairs?"
Victor replied, "Not tonight, Mr Gray."