Dorian moved along with, putting his hands easily on Damon's hips to rock his own hips up teasingly as well. Tilting his head just enough so the hair falled off his neck and gave easier access, he only gasped and grit his teeth at the initial puncturing, before letting out a murmur. "I'm glad you approve, then." He put two fingers to his own wounds, pressing them firmly so they wouldn't bleed overmuch onto his clothes, while they healed, and once they did, he brought Damon in for another rough, deep kiss.
He noticed that the girl came back with their cigars, hash pipe, and wine. He made a disinterested motion to the table and then shooed her away, putting that hand on the small of the other man's back, grinding back up once more.