[Orym takes full advantage of that help to ease his trousers away, tossing them vaguely in the direction of off the bed. He'll pick everything up later. Right now all that matters is Dorian, and not going too far from the other man's reach.
He stands on the bed to shimmy out of his pajama bottoms before moving to straddle the other man's hips once more. They're bared to each other again, a familiar state of things, and Orym takes comfort in that. Like this, at least, he knows Dorian wants him at least this much. And oh he wants to be wanted.]
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He stands on the bed to shimmy out of his pajama bottoms before moving to straddle the other man's hips once more. They're bared to each other again, a familiar state of things, and Orym takes comfort in that. Like this, at least, he knows Dorian wants him at least this much. And oh he wants to be wanted.]