[Orym murmurs softly, gentle and sweet praise like one might offer to a favored pet to encourage exactly the behavior he wants to see. He smiles, a brief flicker of red in those otherwise clear green eyes, his hand caressing up along the back of Dorian's thigh, up over his ass in a soft, almost affectionate gesture.]
I have wanted you for so long.
[And now he would have him. Unseen hands grip at Dorian's hips, lifting them, an equal pressure on shoulders keeping his chest held to the bed as Orym takes the liberty to position the other man where he wants him. It may be a bit revealing, a bit vulnerable, entirely wanton. His own hand is the one to thumb open the bottle, to begin drizzling the softly scented oil over his ass, his hole, fingers moving to massage there gently.]
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[Orym murmurs softly, gentle and sweet praise like one might offer to a favored pet to encourage exactly the behavior he wants to see. He smiles, a brief flicker of red in those otherwise clear green eyes, his hand caressing up along the back of Dorian's thigh, up over his ass in a soft, almost affectionate gesture.]
I have wanted you for so long.
[And now he would have him. Unseen hands grip at Dorian's hips, lifting them, an equal pressure on shoulders keeping his chest held to the bed as Orym takes the liberty to position the other man where he wants him. It may be a bit revealing, a bit vulnerable, entirely wanton. His own hand is the one to thumb open the bottle, to begin drizzling the softly scented oil over his ass, his hole, fingers moving to massage there gently.]