[Orym is about to begin moving, the muscles in his thighs just starting to tense when that hand cups at his cheek. The halfling stills and looks at Dorian before turning into that touch at his face. He lifts his hand settles it atop the other man's, holding it there.]
No more missing each other, yeah?
[As long as Dorian wants him here, even if the circumstances are strange and complicated, Orym has no desire to be anywhere else.
He's still nuzzling into that hand as he begins to move finally, hips rocking slightly before he rises up, beginning that deliebrate, familiar rhythm.]
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No more missing each other, yeah?
[As long as Dorian wants him here, even if the circumstances are strange and complicated, Orym has no desire to be anywhere else.
He's still nuzzling into that hand as he begins to move finally, hips rocking slightly before he rises up, beginning that deliebrate, familiar rhythm.]