As Greengrass worked through his inner conflict, Dory couldn't help but wonder if he had somehow forced this scenario. The thought left him deeply unsettled once more, so much so that he took a tiny step back. Dory thought he had respected Greengrass' boundaries, hadn't written again or sought him out for any other loaded conversations. Even today, he asked only the necessary questions until they were quite literally colliding into one another. Still, he couldn't shake the nagging thought that he'd done something wrong, something immoral. Dory tapped his fingers against his thigh, his arousal still throbbing and almost painful.

This was definitely immoral. Still, it was something he desperately wanted.

He reached out to place a tentative hand on Greengrass' shoulder, more to try and ground him than to continue nearly fucking in a random house. "We don't have to do anything you don't want," Dory said quietly. "I can take it from here if you need to go."