[Orym reaches for him once his arms are free once more, like keeping his hands away from Dorian is impossible to do, needing to touch him, to be touched by him, for this to be real while it's still real.
His eyes fall shut as those lips move over his chest.]
Ah... Dorian...
[He exhales the name in a moan, a prayer more than anything else. His fingers found their way into his hair, working it loose from its tie.]
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Date: 2023-04-25 04:47 am (UTC)His eyes fall shut as those lips move over his chest.]
Ah... Dorian...
[He exhales the name in a moan, a prayer more than anything else. His fingers found their way into his hair, working it loose from its tie.]