[He tries to hold onto it, the lingering shivers of his pleasure, not wanting the moment to end, not wanting the fantasy to end with it. The halfling is usually so much more pragmatic, but he can't help it. Everything in him has fallen so completely for this other man.
His voice rises in a sharp pleased sound at the pressure of those.e teeth. But eventually Orym goes more or less boneless against Dorian, held up by nothing more than the arm around him.]
Dorian, I... [The words he wants to say remain unsaid, but they echo again and again in his mind I love you I love you I love you] ...so good. You're so good for me.
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His voice rises in a sharp pleased sound at the pressure of those.e teeth. But eventually Orym goes more or less boneless against Dorian, held up by nothing more than the arm around him.]
Dorian, I... [The words he wants to say remain unsaid, but they echo again and again in his mind I love you I love you I love you] ...so good. You're so good for me.