[Distraction is exactly what Orym is going for right now, both Dorian and himself. If he's distracted by kissing him, by touching him, then he can't think about tomorrow coming, about this little fantasy they've been living coming to an end.
So he moans as the kiss deepens, fingers gripping at Dorian's clothes.]
Dorian...
[He breaks from his lips with a breathless moan of his name, a plea in and of itself, unspoken. Make love to me. But no, there are things he can't ask for, and he knows it.]
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Date: 2023-04-20 04:22 am (UTC)So he moans as the kiss deepens, fingers gripping at Dorian's clothes.]
Dorian...
[He breaks from his lips with a breathless moan of his name, a plea in and of itself, unspoken. Make love to me. But no, there are things he can't ask for, and he knows it.]
Fuck me, Dorian.
[He can ask for that though.]
Make me yours tonight.
[As if I'm not already.]