[Orym shifts with Dorian, settling himself quite comfortably atop him, draped across him, hands still exploring. He lets his weight rest fully against the other man, looking down at him with a smile that is dangerously flooded through with affection as much as desire.
He steals another kiss before brushing their noses together, a soft, brief nuzzle.]
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He steals another kiss before brushing their noses together, a soft, brief nuzzle.]
Do you want me?