[Orym grants Dorian what he's asked for without words, fingers dragging down along his length, tracing the shape of his arousal. He breaks from the other man's lips with a wet, breathless sound, leaning his forehead against Dorian's, panting softly, close enough that their breaths mingle.]
Dorian... [He strokes over him slowly, his other hand resting at the side of the other man's neck.]
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Date: 2023-06-13 07:20 am (UTC)Dorian... [He strokes over him slowly, his other hand resting at the side of the other man's neck.]
Help me, beautiful? Get me ready for you?