[Orym shifts his legs wider apart at that attention, breathless and whimpering softly as Dorian comes so close but doesn't touch his arousal. He's not used to this, not used to the men he's with caring about his pleasure, touching him like they want him in particular.
It's dizzying to let those thoughts race through him as much as the physical sensations.]
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It's dizzying to let those thoughts race through him as much as the physical sensations.]
Dorian, please..!