[Anything. Oh the things Orym would ask him for if he thought that he had any right, if he thought it was a possibility. But even lost in the throes of passion, Orym knows better than that.
So he will take this, gods he'll take it gladly, anything that Dorian can give him, is willing to.]
Just you... that's all I need.
[But those words slip free, past his best efforts and walls. He arches back against him, neck arching, craning to look back at him, up at him. He's crying out with each deep thrust, wordless but clearly pleading for more.]
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So he will take this, gods he'll take it gladly, anything that Dorian can give him, is willing to.]
Just you... that's all I need.
[But those words slip free, past his best efforts and walls. He arches back against him, neck arching, craning to look back at him, up at him. He's crying out with each deep thrust, wordless but clearly pleading for more.]