[Orym's voice catches and his eyes flutter shut almost as if the pressure of those teeth is more than his senses can handle in the moment. It's good, so very good, and he knows he'll have that mark to remind him of this for at least a while longer, after Dorian has returned home.
He opens his eyes in time to watch the other man strip out of his shirt, not bothering to hide the sheer hunger in his eyes that Dorian stirs up in him.
Those hands on him are deliciously distracting though, and he arches into the touch, arms stretching above his head long enough to strip his own shirt off as well.]
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Date: 2023-04-24 04:05 am (UTC)He opens his eyes in time to watch the other man strip out of his shirt, not bothering to hide the sheer hunger in his eyes that Dorian stirs up in him.
Those hands on him are deliciously distracting though, and he arches into the touch, arms stretching above his head long enough to strip his own shirt off as well.]