[Entirely unaware of the fact that his own unspoken pleas and promises are echoed in similar silence in the other man, Orym just watches him, gaze roaming over Dorian's face as if taking all of him in in this moment.
His breath catches at the touch of those lips at his wrist, pulse immediately quickening, heart thundering away in his chest.
It's too much. If he's not careful confessions are going to start spilling from his lips like a fount overflowing.]
Dorian...
[And afraid that it may be starting, Orym shifts to distract himself, to distract Dorian, moving so that rather than draped over Dorian, he's straddling him, deliberately settling himself so that his ass is pressed to the other man's arousal, rocking down against him, a still-clothed pantomime of what he very much wants to do.]
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His breath catches at the touch of those lips at his wrist, pulse immediately quickening, heart thundering away in his chest.
It's too much. If he's not careful confessions are going to start spilling from his lips like a fount overflowing.]
Dorian...
[And afraid that it may be starting, Orym shifts to distract himself, to distract Dorian, moving so that rather than draped over Dorian, he's straddling him, deliberately settling himself so that his ass is pressed to the other man's arousal, rocking down against him, a still-clothed pantomime of what he very much wants to do.]