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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[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.]

[makingmyway]

[ 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…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.]

[makingmyway]

[ 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. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.

[makingmyway]

[ 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. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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?

[makingmyway]

[ 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.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

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.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym knows this has to be a dream. There is no way that he's being given everything that he's been trying so hard not to hope for. But here is Dorian, speaking each and every word he's longed to hear -- and more. Orym finds himself looking into that handsome face in something like wonder.]

Dorian...

[It's all he can manage for a long moment. He's never felt so cared for in his life. Leaning closer, he presses a kiss to Dorian's lips, like he's chasing the sweetness of those words.]

I want to take care of you too. Ever since that first night, you were so gentle, so sweet. I wanted to be around you, and before I knew it my heart wasn't my own anymore.

[And he'd given it away willingly, even if he knew -- or thought he knew at the time -- that it could never be anything more than a dream.]

I will always choose you. I want to stay with you, to be with you.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian draws in a sharp breath, his heart hammering in his chest. This couldn’t be real. Orym couldn’t really be saying all these things, couldn’t really return the feelings he has for this other man, right?

And here they are, still joined together, and Orym is saying everything that he’s wanted to hear but never dared hope for. He returns the brief kiss while he can, feeling a lump form in his throat at those words. ]

Orym…

[ He tilts his head up for another kiss, deeper this time, never wanting to let him go. ]

…things will still be complicated. My parents…if they ever find out about this…about us…they might take you away from me.

[ If they ever learn the real reason Orym was brought here, and where he’d come from…they would never approve. And he hates the thought of having to hide Orym, to hide how much he loves him. But he also has to protect him, especially from his parents. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

I can live with complicated, now that I know you want me too.

[Orym can play whatever part he needs to in all this. He'd already been ready to do just that, content with the fact that at least he could be near Dorian. Now, well, now he feels a bit like he's floating, like everything has gone dreamlike.]

So we're careful. We make sure they don't find out.

[There is a pang of guilt at the thought of Dorian having to hide things from his parents. But they can make this work.

He believes that. Shifting slightly, he remembers that Dorian is still inside him, a reminder that has him fighting a soft whimper of sound, has his own arousal threatening to stir once more, especially driven by the emotional rush that he's still riding.]

[makingmyway]

[ Another frown spreads across Dorian’s expression. ]

I just…hate the thought of you being in service to me in order to keep up appearances. Having to watch the person I love acting as a servant…having to pretend that you don’t mean anything more to me than that.

[ He was used to acting, to being something he wasn’t for the sake of his parents. But he hates having to do that to Orym, especially since it means that the rest of his family also has the ability to order the halfling around, and the thought upsets him.

But he’s distracted from those thoughts as Orym shifts on top of him, pressing against his length. His breath hitches as it begins to stir as well, twitching inside Orym’s tight walls. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[The only part of all that that Orym hears at first is the person I love and that echoes in his head like a line from a song that he's only just heard but knows will always be his favorite.

So he can only smile even as he shakes his head.]

It's not a very high price to pay for being able to be with you.

[As long as he isn't taken away from Dorian, then he can live with anything, he thinks.]

Most of the staff already assumes I'm here to warm your bed. So does your brother. We just need to keep your parents convinced I'm just another servant.

[But he's not. He's the person Dorian loves, and Orym would do anything to remain exactly that. And maybe those words are exactly why he shifts more in Dorian's lap, deliberately tightening around the cock still inside him, rolling his hips.]

And at night I can remind you that I'm yours. And that you're mine.

[makingmyway]

[ Despite how conflicted he feels about the thought of Orym being a servant in his family's house, Dorian's heart flutters at the knowledge that Orym was willing to put up with it just to stay with him...to be with him. ]

...it won't be forever, I promise. We'll figure something out -

[ He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels Orym tighten around his length, and the roll of those hips pulls a moan from his throat. His hips buck in return, thrusting into the warm body above him. ]

I'm yours...always.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[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.]