[There is so much that Orym is trying not to think about right now, and it is easier at the moment with as distracting as Dorian is. How can he think about anything but the other man when those hands run up his thighs. He shifts his thighs wider apart to bare himself further to the attention.
His hands move to settle against Dorian's chest, one sliding up to settle against his neck.]
I missed you too.
[Since the last time they were together like this. Since earlier today, whateer it meant. Orym thinks about Dorian, about being in his arms, far more often than he knows he should.]
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His hands move to settle against Dorian's chest, one sliding up to settle against his neck.]
I missed you too.
[Since the last time they were together like this. Since earlier today, whateer it meant. Orym thinks about Dorian, about being in his arms, far more often than he knows he should.]
We don't have to miss each other tonight.