[Orym feels his heart go and skip over itself as his hand is kissed. It's not the first time Dorian has done that sweet, frankly romantic gesture, but every time it makes Orym feel like he's going to combust from the warmth it sets racing through him.
But he's distracted from that a moment later by the frown he sees on Dorian's face. He reaches out his free hand to touch along his cheek, thumb soothing along his temple, over an eyebrow, as if he can smooth the furrows of that frown away.
It hasn't occurred to him that it would bother Dorian. Maybe he's a little too used to being bought and paid for. And the fact of the matter is, this is what he's here for, to tend to his needs and desires and warm his bed. But with Dorian, Orym wants to do that anyway, to take care of him.]
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But he's distracted from that a moment later by the frown he sees on Dorian's face. He reaches out his free hand to touch along his cheek, thumb soothing along his temple, over an eyebrow, as if he can smooth the furrows of that frown away.
It hasn't occurred to him that it would bother Dorian. Maybe he's a little too used to being bought and paid for. And the fact of the matter is, this is what he's here for, to tend to his needs and desires and warm his bed. But with Dorian, Orym wants to do that anyway, to take care of him.]
What's wrong?
[Still the soft, soothing touch.]