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’s breath hitches as Orym’s fingers wrap around him, and the sweet sound of that please has him leaning up to swallow it in a kiss as his finger finally slips inside that hot passage, slowly working him open. ]

[Orym voices a groan to Dorian's lips as that finger presses inside, and gods it's good, a promise of things to come, of what he wants. But it also adds to that need, that impatience.

His fingers continue to move over Dorian's length, and his free arm wraps around the other man's neck, holding close.]

[ Dorian drinks in that groan, answering with one of his own as his hips stutter, shifting up into Orym’s touch.

Then he slides his finger in and out of Orym’s entrance, adding a second finger and scissoring them to stretch him open, searching around for that bundle of nerves to bring the other man more pleasure. ]

[When those questing fingers find their target, Orym breaks from the kiss with a soft cry. His hips rock back, riding the fingers probing inside him. It does nothing to help his impatience to have Dorian completely.]

Please, I'm ready. I can't wait any longer. Need you now.

[ Dorian draws in a breath to steady himself, even as the sounds from Orym stir the heat inside him as well. ]

All right…all right, dear heart. If you’re sure.

[ Then slowly he withdraws his fingers, placing his hands on Orym’s hips to help lift him up, taking position right at this entrance.

And then a low, gravely sound escapes his lips as he carefully lowers Orym onto him, feeling his length sinking into that wonderful heat. ]

[Of all the touches, the lust that's replaced the blood coursing through his veins, the overwhelming heat threatening to consume him entirely, it's that endearment, those two simple syllables dear heart nearly undo him.]

Dorian...

[My heart, my love. But the words remain unsaid and instead Orym cries out softly, bliss made audible as eh feels Dorian's cock begin to slip inside him, as he slides down that length inch by inch.

Good, this. This at least Orym can claim as his own, to know that in this moment Dorian is his.]

[ Dorian draws in a sharp breath as Orym’s cries sends a current of hot pleasure through his veins, especially as he feels that tight passage gripping his cock as he sinks further into Orym.

Eventually Dorian hilts entirely into Orym, and another low moan rises from his throat. ]

Oh, Orym…

[Orym gasps as he finds himself fully impaled on Dorian's cock. There, fuck. Gods he needs him, needed this. Dorian is all he can feel, all that matters. He's still for a moment, half getting used to the stretch, to the sensation -- the difference in their size assuring that he feels right at the limit of what he can take, but oh that's what he wants -- and half basking in the feeling of being filled with him.]

You're... mm... you feel so good inside me. Gods, I've missed you.

[ Dorian shudders as he feels that warm passage around him, revealing in the sensation of coming home. The rest of the world just seems to fade away, all of his focus here on Orym, on this, on them.

He doesn’t move for the moment, getting used to the feeling as much as letting Orym get used to it. ]

I missed you too. [ He can’t help reaching up to cup Orym’s cheek, affection bleeding into the heat in his tone. ] So much.

[Orym is about to begin moving, the muscles in his thighs just starting to tense when that hand cups at his cheek. The halfling stills and looks at Dorian before turning into that touch at his face. He lifts his hand settles it atop the other man's, holding it there.]

No more missing each other, yeah?

[As long as Dorian wants him here, even if the circumstances are strange and complicated, Orym has no desire to be anywhere else.

He's still nuzzling into that hand as he begins to move finally, hips rocking slightly before he rises up, beginning that deliebrate, familiar rhythm.]

[ Dorian smiles, and can’t help the tender expression on his face as he gently strokes Orym’s cheek. As twisted as all this is, he really is glad that Orym is here…that he can keep him safe until he finds a way to give him his freedom.

And after that…well, he can only hope they could still be like this then.

He doesn’t have a chance to linger on those thoughts though when Orym begins to move, and his breath hitches as the halfling rocks over him, sending sparks throughout his body. ]

A-Aaaaah…

[Orym is grateful that he's here too. He'd been getting by at the brothel well enough, until he'd met Dorian. And then suddenly every other hand on him, every other mouth tasting his skin, none of them were the man he wanted it to be. None of them were Dorian.

So even if he was, in a very real sense, purchased specifically to warm Dorian's bed, and that certainly twisted this up and complicated everything, this was still exactly where he wanted to be.

He lets himself not think too much on it right now, concentrating on the way Dorian sounds as he begins to move, on the exquisite way it feels as he rises slowly inch by inch off that cock only to roll his hips down to impale himself fully again and again.]

[ He feels every inch of his length drag across the heated walls of Orym’s passage, sending pulses of electricity through his veins. His hands fall to Orym’s thighs and grip lightly as he moans, back arching as he lifts his hips to meet Orym’s in this familiar rhythm. ]

Aaah…O-Orym…

[It's so hard in moments like these not to fall to confessing all the feelings that flood through him along with the physical pleasure. He only barely keeps the words to himself.

A shiver races through him and his pace quickens at the sound of his name, as he chases that pleasure, the imminent ecstasy.]

Dorian... I... I need. I need you.

[ Dorian groans, his fingers tightening on Orym’s thighs as he thrusts up a bit harder into the body above him. ]

You…You have me, Orym.

[ Even if the halfing doesn’t realize how true those words are, how much deeper he means them.

But Dorian can at least give Orym this, as he angles himself up to try and find that spot that will bring Orym more pleasure. ]

[In this moment it's almost possible to forget and truly believe that those words mean what Orym desperately wants them to mean. He allows himself the fantasy, and that is bliss enough that he can't seem to stop the litany of pleas and praise spilling from his lips.

Words fail though when Dorian shifts the angle of his thrust inside him and Orym instead dissolves into a wordless, pleasured sob of a sound. He knows he's close, perilously so, but he doesn't want the moment to end, and won't let himself go until he knows that Dorian will fall with him.]

[ All the sounds that fall from Orym’s lips only add fuel to the fire that is burning within him, but especially the last one as he finds that most sensitive spot. He adjusts to make sure he hits that spot with each thrust, his rhythm turning sporadic as he chases his pleasure while giving Orym his.

And he can feel that he’s close, can feel the crest of that wave rising and threatening to drown him completely. ]

Orym…

[Orym has lost himself entirely in the pleasure, in chasing his release, riding Dorian with a growing desperation, meeting those upward thrusts as the pressure and ecstasy in him builds.

He cries out, head falling back, hands gripping at Dorian's forearms to hold onto him, to hold onto something solid in the suddenly spinning world. Orym's rhythm stutters and then falters and he drives himself down hard in one final motion as he finds his release, his seed striping his stomach, Dorian's, the walls of his passage gripping tighter at the cock inside him.]

[ He swears that his heart stops in that moment, as he watches Orym succumb to the overwhelming pleasure. It’s a truly beautiful sight, one that he never gets tired of.

That, coupled with the feeling of those walls tightening around him, are enough to push him over the edge as well. With a sharp cry of his own, he thrusts one last time into Orym as the pressure releases, painting the halfling’s insides hot white. ]

[Orym whimpers softly as a tremble wracks through his body, an aftershock of his release at the feeling of Dorian spilling inside him, filling him with his spend. He's panting softly, hips still rocking as if he isn't ready to settle. But slowly he stills, looking down at the other man.]

Dorian...

[Soft now, not a desperate plea.]

I... [I love you. Gods above, I love you so much I don't know what to do with myself. He trails off, not moving, not ready to rise off him, to give up that intimate connection.]

[ A breathless sound rises from Dorian’s throat, his hips still thrusting shallowly into Orym as the searing pleasure continues to course through his veins.

But eventually the feeling ebbs, and he stills as he tries to catch his breath, opening his eyes to look up at Orym. ]

Orym…

[ I love you. I love you so much it hurts. Please just be with me, and I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives.

The words are on the tip of his tongue, but he swallows them back down, still feeling the weight of their roles in this relationship now in the back of his mind.

Instead he reaches up to gently cup Orym’s face in his hand, stroking his cheek, just a little bit more contact for this connection between them. ]

[Orym pants softly, settling still fully impaled on Dorian, making no move to rise off him yet, to put any distance between them. His lithe form trembles faintly, but the halfling doesn't seem to notice. His entire world right now has been distilled down to Dorian.

He reaches up, smaller hand settling atop the larger one at his cheek, turning into the touch, lips grazing the base of his palm gently.]

Can I stay with you tonight?

[Can he keep pretending this is more than it is? Just a little while longer?]

[ He shivers a little at the touch of those lips, and he just wants to pull the halfling to him, to hold him tight in his arms and never let go.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nods. ]

Yes…I…I'd really like it if you would.

[ Damn whatever consequences might arise from it, he just wants to stay with Orym a little while longer. ]

[Orym wants that too, so much that it's set a physical ache in him. But instead desires go unspoken. Instead the halfling holds that ache inside his chest, pulls it back and holds it tight and smiles at those words.]

Good. Me too.

[A soft contented little sigh before he glances around.]

I should get us cleaned up.

[ With a soft smile, Dorian takes Orym's hand to brush a kiss to it. ]

Good.

[ The halfling's next words do draw a frown from him, though, and he shakes his head. ]

You don't...have to do that.

[ He knows what Orym was technically brought here for, but...the thought of him serving him still made him uncomfortable. ]

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