[Orym wonders if he's imagining it, seeing what he so desperately wants to see, when he sees that tenderness in Dorian's expression, when he sees the other man looking at him like he's something worth looking at.
His breath hitches at the sound of his name, and his head falls forward as Dorian begins to move, at the feeling of that shaft drawing out of him. He can feel every inch of him, and his back arches sharply as Dorian presses back inside, filling him again, like Orym was made for him, for this. Like they were made for each other. Another dangerous thought, but he isn't thinking the clearest right now, at all, too wrapped up in everything about Dorian, about this man that he has fallen so hard for.]
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Date: 2023-05-11 04:55 am (UTC)His breath hitches at the sound of his name, and his head falls forward as Dorian begins to move, at the feeling of that shaft drawing out of him. He can feel every inch of him, and his back arches sharply as Dorian presses back inside, filling him again, like Orym was made for him, for this. Like they were made for each other. Another dangerous thought, but he isn't thinking the clearest right now, at all, too wrapped up in everything about Dorian, about this man that he has fallen so hard for.]
Please... yes... gods...