[Orym collapses back to the bed, except that his legs are still slung over Dorian's hips, moving with the other man until Dorian stills against him, as he feels the other man fill him with his release. He pants softly, looking up at him as if Dorian had called down the moon and presented it to him as a gift.]
Mm... [A soft, contented little murmur, as he lifts his hands to brush back some of that pretty hair.]
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Mm... [A soft, contented little murmur, as he lifts his hands to brush back some of that pretty hair.]