[There's another little shiver thrilling through him at the words. Orym has heard all sorts of commentary on his looks from so many of his clients, but haring this from Dorian is different. It matters so much what Dorian thinks, that Dorian finds him beautiful, wants him.
He glances back at him over his shoulder, though his head falls forward as those lips find their way along the back of his neck. A soft, needy sound slips from his lips as that finger presses inside. His fingers clutch tightly at the sheets beneath him.]
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He glances back at him over his shoulder, though his head falls forward as those lips find their way along the back of his neck. A soft, needy sound slips from his lips as that finger presses inside. His fingers clutch tightly at the sheets beneath him.]
Dorian, yes... please.