[Orym will have to wrestle with this in himself, in the place where his heart used to be since he has gone and lost it entirely to this beautiful man that he knew could never really be his.
He focuses on this moment, on the kiss that finds his lips, surprised -- but oh so pleased -- by the hunger that he finds there, the overwhelming sense of being wanted enough to have the halfling arching up against Dorian already, losing a soft moan to those lips before the kiss breaks.
He manages to unfasten as much of Dorian's shirt a she can, hands finding their way beneath fabric now, over soft skin, the angles and contours of a body that he has spent this past week learning by heart.
Those teeth have his breath catching, and he lets his head fall back, baring his neck to that attention.]
Please, Dorian... [A ragged breath before he exhales another plea.] Mark me.
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Date: 2023-04-24 03:16 am (UTC)He focuses on this moment, on the kiss that finds his lips, surprised -- but oh so pleased -- by the hunger that he finds there, the overwhelming sense of being wanted enough to have the halfling arching up against Dorian already, losing a soft moan to those lips before the kiss breaks.
He manages to unfasten as much of Dorian's shirt a she can, hands finding their way beneath fabric now, over soft skin, the angles and contours of a body that he has spent this past week learning by heart.
Those teeth have his breath catching, and he lets his head fall back, baring his neck to that attention.]
Please, Dorian... [A ragged breath before he exhales another plea.] Mark me.