[Orym is grateful that he's here too. He'd been getting by at the brothel well enough, until he'd met Dorian. And then suddenly every other hand on him, every other mouth tasting his skin, none of them were the man he wanted it to be. None of them were Dorian.
So even if he was, in a very real sense, purchased specifically to warm Dorian's bed, and that certainly twisted this up and complicated everything, this was still exactly where he wanted to be.
He lets himself not think too much on it right now, concentrating on the way Dorian sounds as he begins to move, on the exquisite way it feels as he rises slowly inch by inch off that cock only to roll his hips down to impale himself fully again and again.]
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So even if he was, in a very real sense, purchased specifically to warm Dorian's bed, and that certainly twisted this up and complicated everything, this was still exactly where he wanted to be.
He lets himself not think too much on it right now, concentrating on the way Dorian sounds as he begins to move, on the exquisite way it feels as he rises slowly inch by inch off that cock only to roll his hips down to impale himself fully again and again.]