[Dorian looks like Orym's deepest fantasy is what he looks like, and it has the halfling nearly delirious with desire. He has never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
And he has to bite back a groan at Dorian's answer, the idea that he will be the first to have Dorian this way.]
Hmm. Good. I'll take such good care of you, beautiful.
[And once Dorian arches against him that way, he smiles, deliberately massaging against that spot. He could bring him off like this; he knows he could. He wonders if he could and then fuck Dorian into another orgasm.]
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And he has to bite back a groan at Dorian's answer, the idea that he will be the first to have Dorian this way.]
Hmm. Good. I'll take such good care of you, beautiful.
[And once Dorian arches against him that way, he smiles, deliberately massaging against that spot. He could bring him off like this; he knows he could. He wonders if he could and then fuck Dorian into another orgasm.]