[Orym pants softly, settling still fully impaled on Dorian, making no move to rise off him yet, to put any distance between them. His lithe form trembles faintly, but the halfling doesn't seem to notice. His entire world right now has been distilled down to Dorian.
He reaches up, smaller hand settling atop the larger one at his cheek, turning into the touch, lips grazing the base of his palm gently.]
Can I stay with you tonight?
[Can he keep pretending this is more than it is? Just a little while longer?]
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Date: 2023-07-07 05:42 am (UTC)He reaches up, smaller hand settling atop the larger one at his cheek, turning into the touch, lips grazing the base of his palm gently.]
Can I stay with you tonight?
[Can he keep pretending this is more than it is? Just a little while longer?]