[Orym winds an arm around Dorian's shoulders, fingers sinking into Dorian's hair and gripping tightly. He lingers against Dorian's lips, tilting his head just slightly to better align their mouths, catching the other man's lower lip between his own, a brief scrape of his teeth.
There's a possessiveness in him, almost desperate. He will keep Dorian safe and protected and with him.]
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There's a possessiveness in him, almost desperate. He will keep Dorian safe and protected and with him.]