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Dorian had been prepping for this fight for a while now. Not out of worry, but out of habit. The one day he decided not to train, might be the day he loses. He can't do that, especially when his little love worries enough already. Dorian shook his head, getting himself back to reality as he walked up to the ring. He glanced around and spotted them near the fenced area, shooting them a wink followed by his usual smirk. Once Dorian stepped into the ring, the fight was a blur. A mess of him throwing punches, getting hit a few times himself, until the Ref announced Dorian had won. A slow, easy smirk painted his face as he observed the crowed before he was allowed to leave the ring. Dorian spat out some blood before climbing over the edge and hopping down onto the floor. He ran his fingers through his hair before he made his way toward the locker room.
It didn't take long for him to notice his love standing there, medical kit in hand. Dorian shook his head in amusement before he walked over toward them, "Hey lovely." He spoke, his accent a bit thicker than normal as his hands found themselves on their waist. He opened his mouth to speak before he was quickly cut off, looking down at them with surprise. The look soon became one of fond affection before he held his hands up in surrender and sat down on the bench,
"Alright, Alright. I'm sorry for worryin' ya darlin." Dorian spoke, gently grabbing onto their waist as he pulled them closer. He leaned up enough to press a kiss to their cheek before he spoke again, "Lecture me after I get patched up?" He asked, laughing at their reluctant agreement.
Dorian let his eyes close as he felt their hands work over his skin, carefully applying some cream that helped with bruising before they rubbed it over his nose and put a bandaid over the bridge. He hummed and waited until they confirmed to be done, opening his eyes shortly after. His pupils dilated as he looked at them, his hands trailing up their sides,
"I love you.." He murmured, his smile growing as they repeated the words back to him with an added kiss to his forehead. He blinked after a moment before a dramatically offended expression painted his face, "I'm still getting a lecture? How rude of you, doll." He commented playfully, laughing as they slapped his shoulder.
Dorian wasn't listening to their lecture, he knew the grasp of it anyway. Stop taking hits on purpose, stop overdoing it, blah blah blah. Same old same old to him, but he didn't make an effort to stop them. He thoroughly enjoyed how adorable their expression was when they tried to look annoyed and not infatuated with him.
He loved them too much to stop giving them a reason to take care of him, too.