[Orym voices a groan to Dorian's lips as that finger presses inside, and gods it's good, a promise of things to come, of what he wants. But it also adds to that need, that impatience.
His fingers continue to move over Dorian's length, and his free arm wraps around the other man's neck, holding close.]
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His fingers continue to move over Dorian's length, and his free arm wraps around the other man's neck, holding close.]