[ Dorian sighs softly against Orym’s lips, shivering at being able to taste him once again. Being able to hold him again, to kiss him again, is all Dorian has been thinking of for these past few months, and it’s everything he had hoped it would be.
But as he draws away, his eyes drift down to Orym’s neck. This close now, he can see the bruises better, and his eyes widen a little. ]
Oh, Orym… [ He reaches up, fingers gently brushing over the darkened skin. ]
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But as he draws away, his eyes drift down to Orym’s neck. This close now, he can see the bruises better, and his eyes widen a little. ]
Oh, Orym… [ He reaches up, fingers gently brushing over the darkened skin. ]