[In this moment it's almost possible to forget and truly believe that those words mean what Orym desperately wants them to mean. He allows himself the fantasy, and that is bliss enough that he can't seem to stop the litany of pleas and praise spilling from his lips.
Words fail though when Dorian shifts the angle of his thrust inside him and Orym instead dissolves into a wordless, pleasured sob of a sound. He knows he's close, perilously so, but he doesn't want the moment to end, and won't let himself go until he knows that Dorian will fall with him.]
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Words fail though when Dorian shifts the angle of his thrust inside him and Orym instead dissolves into a wordless, pleasured sob of a sound. He knows he's close, perilously so, but he doesn't want the moment to end, and won't let himself go until he knows that Dorian will fall with him.]