[ Dorian groans softly, the sounds falling from Orym’s lips sending shivers down his spine. He continues thrusting; a steady, even pace as he runs his hands along the rest of Orym’s body, feeling the need to touch the halfling anywhere, everywhere he can. ]
Orym…gods, I love you…
[ And it sends another sort of thrill through him, getting to be able to say it. ]
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Orym…gods, I love you…
[ And it sends another sort of thrill through him, getting to be able to say it. ]