[Orym has lost himself entirely in the pleasure, in chasing his release, riding Dorian with a growing desperation, meeting those upward thrusts as the pressure and ecstasy in him builds.
He cries out, head falling back, hands gripping at Dorian's forearms to hold onto him, to hold onto something solid in the suddenly spinning world. Orym's rhythm stutters and then falters and he drives himself down hard in one final motion as he finds his release, his seed striping his stomach, Dorian's, the walls of his passage gripping tighter at the cock inside him.]
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He cries out, head falling back, hands gripping at Dorian's forearms to hold onto him, to hold onto something solid in the suddenly spinning world. Orym's rhythm stutters and then falters and he drives himself down hard in one final motion as he finds his release, his seed striping his stomach, Dorian's, the walls of his passage gripping tighter at the cock inside him.]