for Dorian (makingmyway) - Prince Dorian /Palace Guard Orym AU

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym spends too much time watching the prince. In fairness, it is his job to do exactly that, but it's gone so far beyond just the act of guarding a young noble. Of course it has.

When he'd first been assigned to this position -- the personal guard to Prince Brontë, a promotion really, after he'd managed to be in the right place at the right time to thwart an unexpected assassination attempt against the King and Queen -- he hadn't known much about the younger Prince Wyvernwind, save what he could tell from afar -- that he was beautiful, fair-faced and strong-shouldered, that he always managed to look the part of dutiful and perfect prince.

As he got to know him though, he'd seen more. So much more.

The prince is genuinely kind, not only for show in public. He's gentle and soft spoken, surprisingly down to earth for a young royal who's been sheltered in his kingdom all his life. He's funny too, clever and quick-witted once opened up. It took some time, really, but they've both let their guards down around each other. Orym has to remind himself again and again that he's nothing more than bodyguard, here to keep the Prince safe. Not to keep him company.

But oh he likes his company, has come to look forward to hearing that musical laugh, come to treasure when he's managed to convince Brontë to play or sing for him. There's a warmth in his chest when the Prince confides in him, when he's given glimpses into those surprising insecurities, his hopes and dreams.

It's several months into spending day after day with the Prince that he realizes he's fallen for him. It's foolish. It's utterly foolish and it can never be anything. So he wraps those feelings away and pushes them down as deep as he can.

Today they're in the palace courtyards. The sun shines bright from a sky that is a perfect shade of blue interrupted only by a few white clouds. Orym is rolling his wrist to let his sword dip and then rise, the familiar heft and weight of the blade comfortable in his hand.]

You know, you're good with a blade. I've seen it. But I could probably teach you a few tricks, if you'd be interested.

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[makingmyway]

[ Dorian hums a content sound as he returns the kiss, tilting his head and pulling Orym closer to deepen it as his own heart races in his chest.

He's excited now as well, more than he's been able to be in so long. Even the hope of seeing Orym again after he'd left home had been tinged with a bit of fear, that something might have happened to Orym and he wouldn't be here anymore, or that things might have changed.

But being able to be together now, with the hope of going to see Orym's home and be with him, to have a life with the man he loved and the new friends he'd made, has his heart feeling so full and warm. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym sinks into that kiss. And he's suddenly very aware of how close they are, naked and in each other's arms with the steam of the bath rising up around them. Everything feels right. He can't imagine how he's made it so long without Dorian with him.

So there's a growing need in the way the halfling melts into him, in the way lips part against Dorian's to urge the kiss deeper.]

[makingmyway]

[ He can feel it as well, the heat of the water and the other man pressed up against him, filling him and stirring in him something that has been so dormant since Orym had been taken away from him. With a soft moan he slips his tongue into Orym's mouth to taste him properly, sending a shiver down his spine at the stronger taste of his halfling.

But it's not enough. Now that they're back together after so long, it isn't enough to satisfy him yet. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[A shiver races through Orym at the sound of that moan, and he loses a whimper of his own to the kiss. He's clinging to him now, tightly, like he plans on never letting go.

He wants him. Desire has been an entirely absent thing, until now.

Oh until now when he is back in Dorian's arms and he wants him, needs him.]

[makingmyway]

[ With another sound, Dorian gently tightens his hold on Orym, grinding their hips together, and Orym would definitely feel his arousal pressing against him.

Because he absolutely needs Orym right now too. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym did not expect to feel the desire so desperately. Maybe he should have known. Dorian has all of him, heart and body and soul. He always will have all of him.

He's barely thinking clearly at the moment. But thinking is overrated when he can feel instead.

Another whimper to those lips and he ruts back against him, his own prick noticeably hard as he presses into the other man.]

[makingmyway]

[ With a groan of his own, he carefully arranges them so that their hardening lengths are pressed against each other. Then he wraps his fingers around both of them and slowly strokes them, a hiss rising from his throat. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym's breath catches, a whimper slipping from his lips as his head falls forward. His fingers slip into Dorian's hair, gripping, hips rocking into that touch. It has been so long since they've been together, since he's felt this wonderful man's touch.]

Please...

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian draws a sharp breath of his own as Orym’s fingers tangle in his hair, sending a familiar pleasant sensation across his scalp. He presses a kiss to Orym’s head as he continues stroking the both of them. ]

Don’t worry, love. I’ve got you.