[ Resting his hand on top of Orym’s, Dorian can’t help turning his face into his palm, and if his lips brush over his wrist then it surely is an accident, right?
Still, he hesitates a moment at Orym’s words. Not that he’s unwilling - quite the opposite, if his own hard arousal is anything to go by - but even so he still can’t help asking. ]
You’re sure, Orym?
[ He doesn’t doubt that Orym still wants to keep going. But since that first night earlier in the week, he can’t help checking in with the halfling, making sure not to push too hard or ask for more than he wanted to give. ]
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[ Resting his hand on top of Orym’s, Dorian can’t help turning his face into his palm, and if his lips brush over his wrist then it surely is an accident, right?
Still, he hesitates a moment at Orym’s words. Not that he’s unwilling - quite the opposite, if his own hard arousal is anything to go by - but even so he still can’t help asking. ]
You’re sure, Orym?
[ He doesn’t doubt that Orym still wants to keep going. But since that first night earlier in the week, he can’t help checking in with the halfling, making sure not to push too hard or ask for more than he wanted to give. ]