[A shiver at the sound of his name alone, and Orym summons a smile as he hears Dorian gasp for him, feels the way the other man rocks up to meet him, the press of his hard cock grinding against him, even through the fabric of both their pants, sending another heated rush of desire through him.]
I need you inside me... think I might go mad otherwise.
[He slips his hand into a pocket, drawing out a small bottle of oil. He's clearly come prepared, and optimistic. And it was something he'd been made aware of being in his room, since the other staff in the household did not seem to have any pretenses at all about just what sort of servant Orym had been brought in to be.]
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I need you inside me... think I might go mad otherwise.
[He slips his hand into a pocket, drawing out a small bottle of oil. He's clearly come prepared, and optimistic. And it was something he'd been made aware of being in his room, since the other staff in the household did not seem to have any pretenses at all about just what sort of servant Orym had been brought in to be.]