[The halfling arches into that touch, every inch of his skin that Dorian's hands find feels almost too hot, set alight by those clever fingers. It's the words that undo him though, to hear them spoken to him, when they're connected so intimately, to know that Dorian means it, that this is real.
Orym is not usually a crier, but something in him has shattered in the most blissfully amazing way with the realization that his feelings are returned. So there's no help for it now as tears gather and slip from his eyes as he moves with Dorian's thrusts, a familiar dance by now but somehow so much more meaningful.]
I love you too. So much, I... don't let me go, Dorian. Please.
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Date: 2023-07-29 04:14 am (UTC)Orym is not usually a crier, but something in him has shattered in the most blissfully amazing way with the realization that his feelings are returned. So there's no help for it now as tears gather and slip from his eyes as he moves with Dorian's thrusts, a familiar dance by now but somehow so much more meaningful.]
I love you too. So much, I... don't let me go, Dorian. Please.