formmusebox | for Dorian (makingmyway)

for Dorian (makingmyway)

(( continuation of this au ))

[It has been a hell of a night. This isn't exactly unusual, really. Orym realizes he's lucky enough to have a roof over his head given the debt that he owes, and if he doesn't work, that debt won't pay off itself. But he's still ready to call it a night and deal with the repercussions of that come tomorrow.

His last client had been... unkind. He has a reputation for being able to handle himself, despite his size, so it's not a surprise that he winds up with clients who have a taste for rough. And he can handle himself, but that doesn't mean he isn't sore and exhausted and worn down by it.

There's a large bruise in the shape of a hand at his throat, that he has tried to hide with a collar of ivy and flowers, bitemarks and other assorted bruises that are only mostly hidden by the scant clothing that he's currently wearing. He had to come out long enough to be on stage or he might have stayed in his room after the man left. But dancing is fine; he likes the dancing. He can fall into the music, into the feeling of letting his body move to the rhythm, let the rest of his thoughts fall away. It reminds him of combat in a way, and there's some familiarity in that.

But dancing done, he hops down from the stage and looks around, very ready to stealth off, when a flash of blue stops him in his tracks. Is that..? Did he actually come back?]

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[ Dorian chuckles softly, gesturing towards the bed as he gets to his feet. ]

All I need is for you to sit back down.

[ He doesn’t wait to see if Orym does, though, as he walks over to a table where he’d noticed a pitcher, and as he peeks into it he’s pleased to see it filled with slices of citrus along with some water. So he busies himself a moment to pour some water into a cup before returning to Orym and holding it out to him. ]

Here…drink.

[Orym fits Dorian with a skeptical look but does sit himself back on the bed, hopping up, his legs dangling, not quite touching the floor. He watches Dorian curiously, trying to hold himself back from getting up to help him with whatever he's looking for.

He blinks in surprise as he's handed a cup of water.]

Thank you.

[Taking it from Dorian's hand, he looks at him in plain confusion now. What is this what is going on? Orym is in no way used to being cared for.]

[ While Orym drinks, Dorian removes his cloak and drapes it over a nearby chair, then sits on the edge of the bed again next to Orym to remove his boots.

Whenever Orym finishes the water, Dorian will take the cup from him to set it on the bedside table. ]

There is something I’d like to do, if you’ll let me. [ He glances at Orym with a shy smile. ] Do you trust me?

[Orym drinks the water, but he's still watching Dorian over the rim of the glass like he's still putting this together in his mind. He finishes and lets the cup be taken, turning a little where he's sitting on the bed, hitching one leg up.]

I... yeah, of course I do.

[He trusts him probably more than he should for someone he's only met twice. Something about him is... well. No need to chase down that path right now.]

[ With another smile, Dorian nods and leans in to press a gentle kiss to Orym’s lips. When he draws back, it’s just enough space to breathe between them. ]

Lie on the bed for me?

[Orym leans into the kiss, chasing it as it breaks. He nods and settles back onto the bed, lying back into the pillows and watching Dorian curiously.]

What've you got in mind?

[ He waits until Orym is settled, then crawls up after him. But he sits next to Orym, legs folded underneath him as he gazes down at the other man. ]

I…I’d like to see…where you’re hurt. Everywhere that he…he marked you.

[ He needs to know how many bruises and marks there are, to be able to judge how much healing magic he’ll need to use. ]

Oh.

[Orym looks up at him once more, considering protesting that he really is okay and Dorian doesn't need to worry. Again. But something that he sees in the other man's gaze stills the protest.

So instead he sits up and pulls his shirt off and over his head. He sets a hand at his throat lightly.] You saw this one...

[He will let Dorian see the others. A bruise at a shoulder blade from being thrown against the floor, an unkind bitemark bruising one pectoral, another visible on his untattooed bicep. He hesitates another moment before shifting his pants down just enough to show the start of two hand shaped bruises at his hips.

He's not sure why Dorian wants to see them, not sure if the very clear evidence that he's been with someone else tonight bothers him.]

[ Dorian’s expression tightens as Orym reveals the extent of his injuries, the worried lines in his brow growing with each new bruise and bite that’s shown.

He has to swallow down the angry lump forming in his throat. He knows that some people enjoy this kind of thing, but the way Orym acts about them tells him that these marks hadn’t been wanted.

When Orym finishes, Dorian finally leans over him to press another gentle kiss to his lips, lightly tracing the bruise at his throat with careful fingers. When he draws away this time, he hums a gentle song against Orym’s lips, sending a rush of cool healing magic to soothe the angry marks in his skin. ]

[Orym can't read the expression on Dorian's face, and it worries him. He starts to speak again but the other man is leaning close and Orym relaxes at the kiss. Then it'll be all right.

He's not expecting the cool, soothing wash of magic that flows through him, over his skin, coaxing bruises and aches into dissolving into nothing. His breath catching at the realization of what Dorian is doing.]

Dorian... [A soft murmur of his name. He didn't have to do that. They were bruises, and they would have healed with time but somehow the realization that the other man did this for him, used his magic for him...

He winds his arms around Dorian's neck and kisses him again.] Thank you.

[ The arms around his neck surprises him a little, but he smiles as he finally settles to lie down besides Orym, resting an arm over the halfling’s waist as he returns the kiss. ]

You’re welcome. You took such good care of me last time, so I just…I wanted to do something for you this time.

[Orym seems to go utterly boneless when that arm comes around him, relaxing into Dorian with a soft hum to his lips.]

That's...

[Honestly that's unheard of is what it is. No one takes care of him, and it feels strange... but it also feels kind of wonderful. Really wonderful. His chest feels warm. And now Dorian is holding him again.

It's nice, being held by someone this gentle and kind, someone who genuinely makes his heart flutter.]

[ He watches Orym for a moment, trying to take in his expression as doubt somehow starts to creep in to his mind once again. ]

…I-I mean…I suppose I should have asked first. You’d said it was a bad time, but I’ve heard some people like that? Or, um…I’m sorry if I overstepped or anything…

[ How he manages to second-guess healing someone will probably remain a mystery. ]

[Orym finds himself blinking at Dorian. Is... is he apologizing for healing him?]

Dorian...

[Just his name soft and almost painfully fond.]

Thank you for doing that. I'm not used to anyone caring that much, that's all. It's really nice.

[He leans in to steal another kiss.]

I don't mind things a little rough, sometimes. [He admits, but his voice falls quiet.] But not like that.

That was... [Well, the chokehold had been the worst of it, especially since he thinks he blacked out a little at some point.] It wasn't good. So I'm really glad it's gone... [The proof of it, the bruises, the bites, all of it.]

[ His mouth snaps shut at the way Orym says his name, abruptly halting his rambling thoughts. The kiss relaxes him a moment, and he makes a soft sound as he returns it.

But as Orym continues, his expression saddens, and his fingers gently stroke over Orym’s throat, where the worst of the bruises had been. ]

I’m glad I could help with that at least. But I’m sorry that happened to you at all.

[There's Dorian caring again. He shakes his head.] It's fine, really. It happens sometimes.

And besides, I'm much better now.

[His skin tingles beneath that soft touch.]

[ Dorian hums, an unhappy sound just thinking of how often something like that can happen. But he tamps it down for now, as his fingers drift up to caress Orym’s jaw. ]

Well…I’m glad you’re doing better. But maybe you should get some more rest. It looks like you could use it.

You're here.

[Orym shakes his head.] I don't want to miss this.

[It's been months, and Dorian is finally back here. How could he do something like sleep when he's just now back in Dorian's arms.]

I feel much better anyway. [He turns into that touch, nuzzling into those fingers.]

[ A small smile finally appears on Dorian’s face, and he leans down to gently capture Orym’s lips again. ]

I’ll still be here. Maybe we can just…talk a while? So you can rest.

[Orym seems to be soothed by each kiss that comes, so he quiets for a moment, listening.

Talk? Just talk?]

But you came here... [A furrowing of his brow. Dorian came here to this place to see him. No one came to this place without looking for something very specific, without looking for pleasure, for his body and what they could take from him.]

You came here for something. Won't you be disappointed? [And then, softer,] I don't want you to be disappointed.

[He wants Dorian to have reason to come back again.]

[ Dorian tilts his head a little as he looks at Orym, a bemused smile on his face. ]

How would I be disappointed? I’m here with you.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, last time was amazing. But I just…wanted to see you. That’s all.

[ He is starting to feel that creeping of doubt again, though. How desperate and lonely must he seem, to come to a place like this just for a little company and conversation? Maybe he’s just wasting Orym’s time. ]

…I-I mean…if you’d rather do something else…

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[Orym blushes right then and there at that I'm here with you and the I just wanted to see you. His heart twists in his chest, with so much warmth and sweetness that it's nearly painful.

He doesn't even notice the sudden doubt -- that thoroughly endearing second guessing -- before he's leaning up to kiss him, slow and deliberate and tender. This is so dangerous. He feels too much for this man.]

Being with you was amazing. And I'd do it again and again, any time you like. [Just, for the record. But he moves to tuck himself in closer.]

I'm happy just seeing you, that you're here. I'm happy if I can get to know you.

[ His thoughts come to a sudden halt when those lips find his, and he tilts his head as he returns the kiss, just as sweet and slow and affectionate. He knows he’s maybe getting too close, but he really can’t help it.

Especially as he holds Orym close, feeling him tucked in against him. Though he does feel a bit nervous about Orym knowing too much about him - he’s using a fake name for a reason, after all - he still is more than happy to spend time with the halfling. ]

I wouldn’t mind doing that again with you too, but some other time, maybe. When you’re feeling better. [ Another promise that he’ll still be back. ] Right now, I’d love to get to know you better too.

Another time.

[Orym answers with a a pleased smile, taking that for what it is, that Dorian will come back again.

He settles into those arms, comfortably. He really could get used to these arms around him, to how perfect it feels to be close to him. The halfling is aware that Dorian is probably hiding a great deal of who he is. The air of nobility about the other man is very obvious, and this is not the sort of place that attracts wealth and privilege all that often, at least not openly.]

There's not too much to know about me these days. [He admits.]

[ Dorian slips an arm under Orym’s head and shoulders, making it easier to wrap both arms around him. It really does feel nice, just lying here together like this.

He really shouldn’t be getting so used to it…but oh is it difficult not to.

He hesitates a moment though, at Orym’s soft admittance. He wants to ask a little about his past, about how he ended up working in a place like this. But that seems like too personal information to ask about after just a second meeting, especially since he wouldn’t want to be asked those same questions. So he thinks about how to maybe ease into those topics instead. ]

Well, um…oh. I saw you dancing on stage earlier. You were incredibly graceful. Where did you learn to dance like that?

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