[ Dorian leans back at that gentle urging, until he’s lying on his back on the bed with Orym on top of him. His breath catches softly as those fingers brush over his chest, leaving a trail of heat in his skin in their wake.
But then there’s what feels like a second pair of hands loosening his pants, and he gasps, drawing back enough to try and look, but seeing nothing there he glances up at Orym in surprise. ]
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But then there’s what feels like a second pair of hands loosening his pants, and he gasps, drawing back enough to try and look, but seeing nothing there he glances up at Orym in surprise. ]
Orym…?