[ Dorian’s breath catches, Orym’s words causing his heart to flutter once again.
My Dorian.
Oh, if only that could be. To be Orym’s and nothing else, nothing would make him happier. But he knows they can’t…not like this. Not as long as the choice has been taken from Orym.
But he’ll find a way to fix this. He will.
He doesn’t have a chance to add anything, though, when Orym’s lips find his. And he knows that maybe they should keep some distance, whatever they might have had before muddled by Orym’s debt under the Wyvernwind name. But he is far too weak to the feeling of the halfling against him, the taste of him.
So with a smile he returns the kiss, his hand gently trailing from Orym’s cheek to the side of his neck. ]
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My Dorian.
Oh, if only that could be. To be Orym’s and nothing else, nothing would make him happier. But he knows they can’t…not like this. Not as long as the choice has been taken from Orym.
But he’ll find a way to fix this. He will.
He doesn’t have a chance to add anything, though, when Orym’s lips find his. And he knows that maybe they should keep some distance, whatever they might have had before muddled by Orym’s debt under the Wyvernwind name. But he is far too weak to the feeling of the halfling against him, the taste of him.
So with a smile he returns the kiss, his hand gently trailing from Orym’s cheek to the side of his neck. ]