[ A groan rises from his throat as he takes a moment to enjoy the feeling of Orym around him; the tight heat that grips at him sends a ripple throughout his body, and the arm around Orym’s waist tightens its hold slightly, keeping him close.
When the halfling looks at him, though, he can’t help a soft smile; something still burning with heat, with lust, but at the same time achingly tender that he doesn’t even realize how his expression looks. ]
Orym…
[ Keeping his arm around the other to hold him steady, Dorian braces his other hand on the bed as he slowly draws out of Orym with a shudder, pulling out almost his entirely length before thrusting back in, slow and deliberate, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. ]
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When the halfling looks at him, though, he can’t help a soft smile; something still burning with heat, with lust, but at the same time achingly tender that he doesn’t even realize how his expression looks. ]
Orym…
[ Keeping his arm around the other to hold him steady, Dorian braces his other hand on the bed as he slowly draws out of Orym with a shudder, pulling out almost his entirely length before thrusting back in, slow and deliberate, wanting to draw this out as long as possible. ]