[ Dorian draws in a breath, his heart clenching at the sight of those tears. He gently cups Orym’s face, brushing them away with his thumb even as he continues rocking with Orym’s body, feeling the heat rising within him. ]
I won’t, Orym. I have you…will always have you. I promise.
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I won’t, Orym. I have you…will always have you. I promise.