formmusebox | 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 smiles at the promise. He believes it, really and truly does, and it sets a warmth in him. Dorian really, truly cares about him.]

We will. And in the meantime...

[They're together. And that's enough for Orym to get by on.

It's his turn to shiver as Dorian thrusts up into him, a soft, shaky sound slipping from his lips. His own arousal has begun to stir once more. He winds his arms around Dorian's neck to hold him close as the halfling begins to find a deliberate rolling rhythm, still mostly staying fully impaled on his length, grinding down against the other man.]

Always. [He agrees.]

I love you, Dorian. [It feels surreal but amazing to be able to speak the words out loud.]

[ Dorian gasps as Orym begins that familiar motion, and his hands reach up to gently grip at his hips, thrusting up in time with the halfling's movements.

But the words Orym speak sends another rush of heat through him, this one so overwhelming that he feels as though his heart is about to burst. He leans down to capture Orym's lips, pouring as much emotion into it as he can. ]

I love you too, Orym. I love you so much.

[And Orym's arousal is fully awake once more, especially as those hands grip strongly at his hips, holding him as the other man fucks up into him.]

Ah...

[He's breathless even before the kiss, but by the time it ends, he's a thorough mess, dazed and breaking into a smile at those words, at the fact that Dorian is actually speaking them to him.

He kisses Dorian again, just as much emotion and affection poured into it.]

Dorian... want you again. Need you again. Make love to me?

[ Dorian returns the kiss eagerly, even as a lump forms in his throat hearing those words. ]

Of course, Orym...as much as you want.

[ Getting a chance to make love to Orym...it's all he's ever wanted.

Sliding his hands along Orym's waist, he wraps his arms around the halfling's body before rolling over to pin his lover underneath him, caging Orym in his arms as he rolls his hips, thrusting as deep into that lithe body as possible. ]

[Orym smiles -- or starts to -- all warmth and affection, a floodgate that has opened up and will not be closed any time soon. The smile falters in favor of a soft gasp as Dorian switches their positions, as he finds himself pinned beneath him, safe and warm in those arms.

Gods this is what he's wanted too, to be this close with Dorian with no walls between them, no secrets held back for fear of what they'd do if loosed into the open air.

His back arches sharply as Dorian thrusts inside him, head falling back against the pillows.]

Aa...ah! Gods, yes. Dorian...!

[He moves to wind his legs around the other man's hips.]

[ Dorian groans softly, the sounds falling from Orym’s lips sending shivers down his spine. He continues thrusting; a steady, even pace as he runs his hands along the rest of Orym’s body, feeling the need to touch the halfling anywhere, everywhere he can. ]

Orym…gods, I love you…

[ And it sends another sort of thrill through him, getting to be able to say it. ]

[The halfling arches into that touch, every inch of his skin that Dorian's hands find feels almost too hot, set alight by those clever fingers. It's the words that undo him though, to hear them spoken to him, when they're connected so intimately, to know that Dorian means it, that this is real.

Orym is not usually a crier, but something in him has shattered in the most blissfully amazing way with the realization that his feelings are returned. So there's no help for it now as tears gather and slip from his eyes as he moves with Dorian's thrusts, a familiar dance by now but somehow so much more meaningful.]

I love you too. So much, I... don't let me go, Dorian. Please.

[ 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.

[Orym leans into that hand, eyes falling mostly shut, though he doesn't want to look away from Dorian's face, not now, not as they move together and he feels the mounting pleasure that builds within him with each movement of their bodies.]

Always... [He echoes. Oh he loves the sound of that.]

[ Dorian smiles, a tender expression even as he thrusts harder, seeking that bundle of nerves to bring Orym even closer to the edge. ]

Come with me, Orym…

[Each thrust drives a breathy sound from his lips, wordless but still eloquent in its explanation of the bliss that he feels, the ecstasy he can feel himself being pushed towards.

He cries out, back arching nearly off the bed as one particular thrust finds that spot inside him. There's no way he could resist those words, the gentle command in them.]

Dorian..! [He comes hard, vision filling with a million stars, whiting out as the sensations wash over him and he spills himself between them, his release splashing against Dorian's stomach and his own.]

[ Dorian groans, each moan and cry sending a pulse of electricity throughout him. Then Orym is tightening around him, and the sound of his name on those lips in that way causes him to tumble over the edge as well. ]

Orym…! [ A few more shallow thrusts, and then he’s spilling himself into Orym, painting the halfling’s insides white as the hot pleasure crashes over him, drowning him completely. ]

[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.]

[ Dorian takes a few ragged breaths, just barely able to brace himself with his arms to keep from completely collapsing on top of Orym.

As the pleasure slowly settles into the syrupy-haze of the afterglow, he glances down at the halfling below him, pure adoration and love in his expression as he leans into Orym’s touch, before kissing him again, slow and tender and affection. ]

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