[Well, fuck. Orym has no real defense against this man. Here is his greatest weakness made flesh, because what would he not give to Dorian when he's pleading with him so sweetly?]
Please what, my love?
[His hand wraps around his length and Orym wants so much as well. He wants to taste him, to take that arousal into his mouth and find out the feeling of him on his tongue. He wants to hold the other man down, trap him motionless as he rides his cock until Dorian is desperate for release. He wants to spread the other man until he's bared before him, to bury himself inside Dorian and fuck him until the bard understands how much he's wanted.
And oh they have time for all of it. But where to start.]
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Please what, my love?
[His hand wraps around his length and Orym wants so much as well. He wants to taste him, to take that arousal into his mouth and find out the feeling of him on his tongue. He wants to hold the other man down, trap him motionless as he rides his cock until Dorian is desperate for release. He wants to spread the other man until he's bared before him, to bury himself inside Dorian and fuck him until the bard understands how much he's wanted.
And oh they have time for all of it. But where to start.]
Tell me what you want from me, and it's yours.