[Orym shivers in Dorian's arms at the slick feeling of that tongue along his own. The halfling's of a similar mind, of letting every confusing, complicated thought ebb away for now, for this moment, tonight. Feeling is easier than thinking.
His heart knows what it wants, even if it can't be spoken, so is it so wrong to surrender to that heart?
His fingers make their way further up Dorian's side, his chest, shirt hitching up as he does so.]
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His heart knows what it wants, even if it can't be spoken, so is it so wrong to surrender to that heart?
His fingers make their way further up Dorian's side, his chest, shirt hitching up as he does so.]