[Orym is in no hurry to really say goodbye as well, but he's a realistic enough man to know that they have to.
When Dorian turns to him, with that sigh, Orym feels a soft, wistful smile touch his own face. He hops up to stand on the bed and beckons Dorian closer to him.
Once the other man is close enough, Orym will loop his arms around Dorian's neck and claim his lips in a kiss that is searingly hot with desire, with need and with promise of what will be waiting for Dorian when he returns.]
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When Dorian turns to him, with that sigh, Orym feels a soft, wistful smile touch his own face. He hops up to stand on the bed and beckons Dorian closer to him.
Once the other man is close enough, Orym will loop his arms around Dorian's neck and claim his lips in a kiss that is searingly hot with desire, with need and with promise of what will be waiting for Dorian when he returns.]