for Dorian (makingmyway)

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

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[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]

[ 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.

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[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…

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[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.]

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[ 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…

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[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.

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[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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…

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[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.]

[makingmyway]

[ 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. ]

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[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.]

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[ 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. ]

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[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?]

[makingmyway]

[ 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. ]

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[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.

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[ 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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[Orym feels his heart go and skip over itself as his hand is kissed. It's not the first time Dorian has done that sweet, frankly romantic gesture, but every time it makes Orym feel like he's going to combust from the warmth it sets racing through him.

But he's distracted from that a moment later by the frown he sees on Dorian's face. He reaches out his free hand to touch along his cheek, thumb soothing along his temple, over an eyebrow, as if he can smooth the furrows of that frown away.

It hasn't occurred to him that it would bother Dorian. Maybe he's a little too used to being bought and paid for. And the fact of the matter is, this is what he's here for, to tend to his needs and desires and warm his bed. But with Dorian, Orym wants to do that anyway, to take care of him.]

What's wrong?

[Still the soft, soothing touch.]

[makingmyway]

[ He breathes out a soft sigh, leaning into Orym's touch as those callous fingers do manage to soothe some of the stress from his brow. Then he places his hand over Orym's, pressing his palm against his cheek as he glances up at Orym. ]

I don't...I don't want you being like all the other servants here. I don't like the thought of you just...waiting on me. It doesn't feel right.

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[Orym relaxes slightly when Dorian leans into his touch. He continues the touch right until that hand rests over his own, larger than his own, warm.

His eyes widened just faintly at Dorian's words, heartbeat kicking up once more.]

I... mm. That's how I felt at the brothel. I didn't want you being like my other clients. I didn't like the thought of you paying for my time, when I just wanted to spend it with you.

[A pause now and he hesitates, turning the words over in his head before finally speaking them.]

What do you want me being?

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[ Dorian hesitates a moment, biting his lip a little. ]

I...I never felt like that, to be honest. Even knowing where you worked and what you did...all the time I spent there with you was special to me.

I just...want you to be you.

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I'm glad. It was special to me too.

[Orym's voice is barely a whisper, like he's sharing a secret he's been holding close for some time now.

Then Dorian tells him he just wants Orym to be himself. His heart is racing in his chest, like he's standing at the edge of some perilously high place, ready to jump. In a way he is. As he looks at the other man, he realizes he can't hold back anymore. He leaps.]

I made a mistake with you, you know. One of the first things they told me, when I started working there, was never to let yourself have feelings for a customer, never fall in love with someone paying for your time, remember what you are, a whore and nothing else. I always... always remembered that. Until you.

[He takes a breath.] I'm not asking for you to feel the same or anything like that, but I want you to know it's never been because I had to.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian manages a small smile, his heart fluttering a little thinking that their time meant something to Orym as well.

But then Orym starts speaking, and his expression changes from concerned to surprised, his eyes widening as it feels like his heart stops in his chest.

Then he he sits up, reaching up to cradle Orym's face as he kisses him deeply, fiercely, trying to pour as much of his emotions - his love - for Orym into it as he could.

Then he draws back, taking a shuddering breath as he rests his forehead against Orym's. ]

...it's too late for that, Orym. Because I've already fallen so...so hard for you.

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[Orym looks startled as Dorian sits up, as those hands come to hold his face. But startled fades away in favor of kissing Dorian back. He's overwhelmed by the passion in that kiss, the ferocity of it. It makes his chest ache as his heart races to keep up with the thrill of it.

He's breathless by the time the kiss breaks, panting softly even as Dorian's head comes to rest against his own. Even after that soul-searing kiss, he's somehow still not expecting those words.

It's his turn for his eyes to go wide, lips parting around a soft sound that is intended to be words but utterly fails. He sets his hand at Dorian's cheek and takes a breath to try again.]

You... really? [It sounds impossible.] I... so have I. So hard. You're all I've wanted, all I want.

[makingmyway]

[ Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat, Dorian nods. His heart is pounding in his chest, almost painfully so, making the blood roaring between his ears, but somehow he still hears himself speaking the words that he's been holding back for so long. ]

You're all I want too. Ever since...ever since that first night, when we met, I haven't been able to get you off my mind. I didn't realize what it was at first, but by the time I did...I knew I was in so deep.

That's why I wanted to see you, why I kept coming back...just to be with you, to talk to you, to hold you in my arms. You were never just some whore to me, you were...you are incredible, and special, and I just...I want nothing more than to take care of you.

That's why when Cyrus told me he'd bought your debt, I was upset because...because I don't want to own you. I don't want you working for my or my family. All this time I've been trying to...to figure out some way to get you out of that debt, so that you can be your own person...so you could be free.

And a part of me hoped that then, when you had a choice...you'd still choose to...stay with me.