[ Dorian groans as he feels Orym tighten around his length, feels his climax rock through his smaller frame. His thrusts become shallower as he chases his pleasure, until he eventually tumbles over the edge after Orym, biting into Orym’s shoulder - hard enough to leave a mark - as he fills the other man with his seed.
And even through it all he holds Orym close, desperately clinging to the fantasy that this is more than it actually is. That they were actually making love instead of just fucking, and that they could continue to stay this way afterwards.
The thought that they could truly be together makes the orgasm even more intense, and he takes ragged breaths as he’s lost in the haze of the afterglow. ]
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And even through it all he holds Orym close, desperately clinging to the fantasy that this is more than it actually is. That they were actually making love instead of just fucking, and that they could continue to stay this way afterwards.
The thought that they could truly be together makes the orgasm even more intense, and he takes ragged breaths as he’s lost in the haze of the afterglow. ]