[ Dorian meets Orym’s gaze, still pressing that hand to his cheek. The stillness in the air feels heavy, like they were waiting for something. ]
Orym -
[ But whatever else he’s going to say is cut off as Orym presses himself against his hardened length, straining agains the prison of his trousers, and with a sharp gasp his head falls back against the bed, his hips jumping up to grind against him. ]
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Orym -
[ But whatever else he’s going to say is cut off as Orym presses himself against his hardened length, straining agains the prison of his trousers, and with a sharp gasp his head falls back against the bed, his hips jumping up to grind against him. ]