for Dorian (makingmyway)

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

(( 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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[makingmyway]

[ His mouth goes dry as he watches Orym bare himself; an almost comforting feeling if not for the looming state of wrongness that still hangs over the whole situation.

But he ignores that for now as his breath hitches when Orym straddles him, feeling the heat of Orym’s length against his skin. He reaches up to slowly run his hands along the inside of Orym’s thighs, almost reverently. ]

…I missed you.

[ Whether he means since his last visit at the brothel, or just since he’d seen Orym earlier that afternoon, it’s the truth. The halfling always occupies his thoughts, and he never feels more himself than when he’s with him. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[There is so much that Orym is trying not to think about right now, and it is easier at the moment with as distracting as Dorian is. How can he think about anything but the other man when those hands run up his thighs. He shifts his thighs wider apart to bare himself further to the attention.

His hands move to settle against Dorian's chest, one sliding up to settle against his neck.]

I missed you too.

[Since the last time they were together like this. Since earlier today, whateer it meant. Orym thinks about Dorian, about being in his arms, far more often than he knows he should.]

We don't have to miss each other tonight.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian releases a shaky breath as Orym leans into him, and despite everything he manages a small smile. Then he moves one hand from his thigh to cup Orym’s cheek, tilting his head up to capture Orym’s lips. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym lets his eyes fall shut as he's drawn closer, surrendering entirely to that touch, to the kiss. He knows that the longer he's with Dorian, the more likely he is to slip up and say things he knows he shouldn't.

It's a risk he's willing to take.

He winds one arm around Dorian's neck to hold close, his other hand slipping between them to seek out Dorian's cock.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian gasps softly against Orym’s lips when that hand brushes against his length, distracted from his own thoughts as the world focuses in on the heat of their bodies. His hips rock up for more of the touch, the hand still on Orym’s thigh gripping gently. ]

O-Orym…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym grants Dorian what he's asked for without words, fingers dragging down along his length, tracing the shape of his arousal. He breaks from the other man's lips with a wet, breathless sound, leaning his forehead against Dorian's, panting softly, close enough that their breaths mingle.]

Dorian... [He strokes over him slowly, his other hand resting at the side of the other man's neck.]

Help me, beautiful? Get me ready for you?

[makingmyway]

[ He groans softly, nails lightly digging into Orym's thighs as his cock jumps at the touch of those callous-rough hands. Swallowing thickly, he shivers a little as Orym's warm breath ghosts across his face. ]

Y-Yeah...Yeah, of course.

[ Stealing another quick kiss, he then feels around the bed, searching for the vial of oil. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[He smiles at the way Dorian reacts for him, at the stutter in those words. It's gratifying to know that the other man is as swept up in this as he is, as affected and wanting. If in the end he can't be anything else for Dorian, he can at least know that the Genasi wants him, like this.

He lets his hand roam over Dorian's length, not stroking or wrapping around him so much as running his fingers over him, letting the head of his cock rub along his palm, spreading the precome he finds there, slick and heated.]

Good... I need you. Soon.

[makingmyway]

[ He swallows back another groan, his body shuddering under Orym’s almost lazy touch along his length that still sends currents of electricity pulsing through his veins. ]

Me too…need you. So bad.

[ Eventually his fingers brush against the vial and he grabs it, almost desperately, before opening it up to pour some oil into his other hand. Making sure his fingers are completely coated, he then reaches around to lightly circle one around the rim of Orym’s entrance. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym doesn't hold back the soft whimper of sound as he feels that touch at his entrance, so close but not there yet, not enough. It won't be enough until he's sinking down on Dorian's cock, until they're moving together and every other thought or worry is swept away.

He wraps his fingers more securely around that arousal, leaning close enough to ghost his lips along the other man's, like he's chasing the taste of the groans that he hears.]

Please...

[makingmyway]

[ 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. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.]

[makingmyway]

[ 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. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.

[makingmyway]

[ 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. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.]

[makingmyway]

[ 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…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.

[makingmyway]

[ 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.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.]

[makingmyway]

[ 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…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.]

[makingmyway]

[ 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…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.

[makingmyway]

[ 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. ]