[No this won't be enough, not for the need that is roiling in Orym, but that doesn't mean it isn't absolutely exquisite to feel Dorian rutting up against him, to rock back down towards him even as he sets that bottle aside, moving to start reluctantly shifting back so he can work Dorian's trousers open and then down his legs.
His fingers tremble with need and impatience, and he's never known that to happen with anyone else, unique entirely to the mess that the other man makes out of his body and soul.]
no subject
His fingers tremble with need and impatience, and he's never known that to happen with anyone else, unique entirely to the mess that the other man makes out of his body and soul.]