[Orym is still rubbing at his back gently, soothingly. But those unseen hands have not yet released him, holding his hips up. The halfling smiles at the words.]
Good. I'm glad.
[He leans in then and grazes his teeth over one cheek, hard enough to leave a bitemark on that perfect ass. His.]
But I'm not done with you yet, beautiful. Tell me you still want me.
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Good. I'm glad.
[He leans in then and grazes his teeth over one cheek, hard enough to leave a bitemark on that perfect ass. His.]
But I'm not done with you yet, beautiful. Tell me you still want me.