[ As his gaze is lifted to meet Orym's eyes, he feels more heat rising to his face, his heart stuttering in his chest at those words. They seem so simple, yet coming from Orym they seem to mean the entire world.
And the words are on the tip of his tongue, and they would be so easy to say: I love you, I want you so much. I don't want this to just be sex, I want to be yours, I want you to be mine.
Instead he rests his hand over Orym's, turning into his palm and brushing a kiss over his pulse. ]
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And the words are on the tip of his tongue, and they would be so easy to say: I love you, I want you so much. I don't want this to just be sex, I want to be yours, I want you to be mine.
Instead he rests his hand over Orym's, turning into his palm and brushing a kiss over his pulse. ]