[ Dorian smiles against Orym’s skin, kissing and gently nipping between his shoulder blades as he continues to slide his finger, pausing at each knuckle and drawing it out before thrusting it back in even farther, until the whole finger is enveloped in the silken heat. ]
That’s right, Orym…let me hear you. You even sound so lovely.
[ He wiggles his finger around a little, gently working Orym open before adding a second finger. ]
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That’s right, Orym…let me hear you. You even sound so lovely.
[ He wiggles his finger around a little, gently working Orym open before adding a second finger. ]