Somewhere along the line, Dorian stopped caring where his experience came from, or from where his feelings sprung, so long as they were vivid. Fear, pain, pleasure and joy mingled altogether too easily, and Dorian growled as he was bit once more. "Don't relent," he hissed, pumping himself as he breathed raggedly against the top of the table, and found himself arching his back and ready to hit his peak as he lost feeling in his legs temporarily. He came with and altogether surprised expression, and swung his arm around to tug Damon's hair roughly.