[Orym tries not to look quite so breathless as he feels. He may have played himself with this kiss a bit. But he doesn't regret it.]
Soon.
[He agrees, tilting his chin to catch those lips in a softer kiss. His hand shifts, fingers brushing a few stray strands of Dorian's hair behind his ear, leaving a few flowers in the wake of his touch.
Then he steps back, reluctant as it is, ready to let the other man go.]
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Soon.
[He agrees, tilting his chin to catch those lips in a softer kiss. His hand shifts, fingers brushing a few stray strands of Dorian's hair behind his ear, leaving a few flowers in the wake of his touch.
Then he steps back, reluctant as it is, ready to let the other man go.]