[The halfling whimpers at feeling Dorian's arousal so, so close, gasping around another shaky breath -- but any attempt at breathing is entirely futile when he hears that endearment. A simple syllable that undoes him entirely. Oh gods if only, if only that were something true.]
Dorian, I...
[Any further words are cut short when those searching fingers find his prostate, the stimulation wringing a sob of pleasure out of him, hips rocking back to fuck himself on Dorian's fingers, in case the other man had any doubt at just how much Orym wanted this.]
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Dorian, I...
[Any further words are cut short when those searching fingers find his prostate, the stimulation wringing a sob of pleasure out of him, hips rocking back to fuck himself on Dorian's fingers, in case the other man had any doubt at just how much Orym wanted this.]