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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[Orym will have to wrestle with this in himself, in the place where his heart used to be since he has gone and lost it entirely to this beautiful man that he knew could never really be his.

He focuses on this moment, on the kiss that finds his lips, surprised -- but oh so pleased -- by the hunger that he finds there, the overwhelming sense of being wanted enough to have the halfling arching up against Dorian already, losing a soft moan to those lips before the kiss breaks.

He manages to unfasten as much of Dorian's shirt a she can, hands finding their way beneath fabric now, over soft skin, the angles and contours of a body that he has spent this past week learning by heart.

Those teeth have his breath catching, and he lets his head fall back, baring his neck to that attention.]

Please, Dorian... [A ragged breath before he exhales another plea.] Mark me.

[ Dorian wants to commit this moment to memory; of Orym’s body pressing into his own, the feeling of the halfling’s hands across his skin, the delicious sounds he makes. If this was going to be the last they could have for a while, he wanted to make sure they would both look back on it fondly.

And hearing those words on Orym’s lips has him shivering, and he works the spot more firmly with his teeth until a mark blossoms, before running over the spot with his tongue.

Then his hands briefly draw away from Orym, just enough to shrug out of his shirt before they return, rucking up Orym’s shirt now as his hands explore the plane of his body. ]

[Orym's voice catches and his eyes flutter shut almost as if the pressure of those teeth is more than his senses can handle in the moment. It's good, so very good, and he knows he'll have that mark to remind him of this for at least a while longer, after Dorian has returned home.

He opens his eyes in time to watch the other man strip out of his shirt, not bothering to hide the sheer hunger in his eyes that Dorian stirs up in him.

Those hands on him are deliciously distracting though, and he arches into the touch, arms stretching above his head long enough to strip his own shirt off as well.]

[ Orym is too beautiful. As Dorian gently pulls the shirt over his head, he can’t help just gazing at him for a moment, taking in the sight of the halfling laid out before him, tanned skin and lithe muscles in such a compact form. And those eyes, meeting his own so full of desire that Dorian’s mouth goes dry.

Then he lowers himself again, his lips trailing across the newly exposed chest, his fingers teasing at the buds of his nipples as he kiss across the raised flesh of some older scars, following the path he’d learned after getting to know Orym’s body this past week. ]

[Orym reaches for him once his arms are free once more, like keeping his hands away from Dorian is impossible to do, needing to touch him, to be touched by him, for this to be real while it's still real.

His eyes fall shut as those lips move over his chest.]

Ah... Dorian...

[He exhales the name in a moan, a prayer more than anything else. His fingers found their way into his hair, working it loose from its tie.]

[ Hearing the way Orym breathes his name sends a surge of heat through him, pooling straight to his core. With a groan of his own, he gently pinches the hard buds between his fingers before his hands trail down lower, teasing at the hem of his pants as he continues to kiss across his stomach.

Feeling his hair loosen, he shivers, the strands brushing over Orym’s skin. ]

[Orym squirms against the bed as Dorian continues that attention, voice catching at the pinch to his nipple, the faint sting of it going straight to his cock. Those hands are so close to where he oh so desperately needs to be touched, his arousal already fully hard, from the sheer overwhelming desire he feels for Dorian.

All other thoughts have slipped away, and this man, this moment, it's all that matters. The silken brush of that hair over his skin sends a thrill through him, a shiver racing over his skin like lightning skimming across the surface of water.

His fingers bury properly into his hair, tugging before soothing his fingers through soft strands almost apologetically.]

[ He moans at the tug to his hair, and presses up against Orym’s hand even as he works the ties of Orym’s pants open. Gently tugging them down over graceful legs, Dorian deliberately avoids his straining arousal as he instead kisses the inside of one of Orym’s thighs, before giving the other the same attention. ]

[Orym shifts his legs wider apart at that attention, breathless and whimpering softly as Dorian comes so close but doesn't touch his arousal. He's not used to this, not used to the men he's with caring about his pleasure, touching him like they want him in particular.

It's dizzying to let those thoughts race through him as much as the physical sensations.]

Dorian, please..!

[ He can’t help grinning against Orym’s skin at the sound of him begging so sweetly, as he presses more open-mouthed kisses down one thigh and then up the other.

Then, finally granting Orym a bit of mercy, he drags the point of his tongue up the underside of the halfling cock, slow and deliberate until he reaches the head. Glancing at Orym’s face, he keeps eye contact as he swipes across the slit, catching the bead of moisture gathering there before pressing a light kiss to the tip. ]

[Orym's voice breaks in a wordless cry as that tongue traces over at him. His gaze is fixed on Dorian, watching, entranced as he mouths at him. His back arches against the bed and he presses the back of his hand against his own mouth as another moan tries to spill forth.

Oh fuck.]

[ Dorian hums softly, the sound vibrating gently against the heated flesh as he kisses along the length of him. ]

None of that, now. I want to hear you, Orym. [ Another stroke of his tongue, this time curling around the pulsing flesh. ] I want to hear how much you’re enjoying it.

[The way he can feel that hum as much as hear it goes straight through him. A soft gasp and he takes his hand away from his mouth. His arms reached above his head, gripping at the blankets, unable to keep still.

And now the moans ring clear from him.]

It's so good, Dorian. You're driving me crazy.

[ He grins, a pleased hum on his lips as he trails back up to Orym’s tip again. That’s much better. ]

Well, I learned from the best.

[ Running his tongue over the slit again, he finally takes Orym into his mouth, running his tongue along the underside once more as he swallows him down inch by inch until he reaches the base. ]

[Orym feels himself blushing at that. Well, yes, he will admit that Dorian has proven to be an exceptionally quick learner -- from the shy and uncertain man he'd first bedded months ago to the man currently taking him apart piece by piece.]

Is that s-- ah!

[So much for speaking. That mouth his around him and then engulfing him completely and Orym's head falls back against the pillow with a whimper, fingers finding their way once more into that pretty dark hair.]

[ It was hard not to pick up a thing or two when Orym was such a good and enthusiastic teacher.

Dorian grins around Orym’s member, humming in encouragement as he sucks the halfling, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue around the thick length as he lets the tip run across the roof of his mouth. ]

Dorian..!

[He's breathless and keyed up, toes curling into the sheets beneath him. Another wordless moan, as he tries to keep his hips from rocking towards the overwhelmingly delicious heat of that mouth.]

I can't... I'm going to...

[He's dangerously close to the edge already.]

[ He hums again, sucking harder as his hands massaging the inside of lithe thighs, trying to bring Orym over that edge. He slowly draws back, his teeth just lightly grazing along the length until he’s at the tip, his tongue running along the slit before taking all of him back in again and swallowing around him. ]

[Ah, so Dorian truly is trying to kill him. Orym is certain of it more than ever in that moment where he watches the other man draw nearly entirely off his cock before swallowing him down all at once.

His voice rises in a cry, a desperate, broken sound. Arching off the bed, back a near perfect bow, he loses his grip. His hands tighten their hold in Dorian's hair as he comes, spilling himself in that hot mouth around him.]

D...Dorian! [Just his name, like there's nothing else in the world, like every star in the sky has disappeared only to be replaced by this beautiful man, the only source of light he needs.]

[ Dorian smiles, humming in approval and letting the sound vibrate around Orym as he drinks up all of his essence that spills into his mouth, making sure not to spill a drop.

He swirls his tongue around the soften cock, and only once he’s sure that he’s cleaned him entirely he lets the length slip from his lips. He moves back up Orym’s body to press his lips to the halfling’s, his tongue sliding across his lips seeking entrance. ]

[Orym is still in freefall from his climax, whimpering softly as Dorian lingers on his cock, sensitive and still trembling. He gasps softly as that mouth draws off his length, but he's already reaching for Dorian.

He welcomes the other man into his arms, leaning up to kiss him, lips parting in invitation. He can taste himself on those lips and it has another moan bubbling up and muffled to the kiss.]

[ Dorian leans into his embrace eagerly, his arms gently going around Orym and holding him close as he kisses him deeply, his tongue meeting Orym’s and swirling around it, tasting even more of him.

After another moment he draws back slightly, just enough to look down at the other man with a small smile. ]

How’re you feeling?

[Orym is still floating in a haze of bliss, lost in kissing Dorian, in everything about this man. His hand moves to rest against Dorian's cheek, fingers brushing along his cheekbone in absentminded affection.]

Mm... amazing.

[The halfling smiles up at him, leaning up to brush a kiss to his lips again.]

[ With a smile, Dorian leans into Orym’s touch, content to just lazily kissing him as he slowly comes down from his high. ]

I’m glad. [ Then he chuckles faintly. ] Good to know I’ve been able to pick up a thing or two.

You are... an incredible learner.

[Orym informs him with a soft laugh, still touching along his cheek, far more affectionately than he has any right to.

But he has not forgotten Dorian in this.]

We aren't done though, beautiful. [The night is young, and Orym wants more, wants Dorian to feel good too.]

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