[ Even with all the dangers and responsibilities still pressing down around them, Dorian can’t remember a time when he’d been so happy. He feels lighter, more at ease than he ever has, his soul feeling so complete now that he and Orym have given in to the bond that they tried so hard to ignore.
But having denied it so long, at times it feels like he just can’t get enough of the halfling - of the sound, the sight, the smell, the taste of him. Each time they come together is enough to satisfy him for a moment, before the insatiable hunger returns.
So it’s barely a surprise as he feels that familiar heat starting to pulse within him, as his lips trail down Orym’s jaw to his neck, and his hands start to slip under his shirt to feel the firm muscle under heated skin.
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Date: 2023-02-28 05:22 am (UTC)But having denied it so long, at times it feels like he just can’t get enough of the halfling - of the sound, the sight, the smell, the taste of him. Each time they come together is enough to satisfy him for a moment, before the insatiable hunger returns.
So it’s barely a surprise as he feels that familiar heat starting to pulse within him, as his lips trail down Orym’s jaw to his neck, and his hands start to slip under his shirt to feel the firm muscle under heated skin.
He needs to feel, to taste more. ]