[Orym murmurs softly at the sight of Dorian spread before him, that handsome face flushed and that endlessly blue gaze that looked so hazy with lust. It's intoxicating to think that he's the one who has brought him to this place, has made him come and still begging for more.
He reaches out, fingers tracing down Dorian's hand to his wrist, lifting his hand so he can lean his cheek into it. As he does, those unseen hands are gently rearranging the other man, urging his legs wider apart, tilting his hips back.]
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[Orym murmurs softly at the sight of Dorian spread before him, that handsome face flushed and that endlessly blue gaze that looked so hazy with lust. It's intoxicating to think that he's the one who has brought him to this place, has made him come and still begging for more.
He reaches out, fingers tracing down Dorian's hand to his wrist, lifting his hand so he can lean his cheek into it. As he does, those unseen hands are gently rearranging the other man, urging his legs wider apart, tilting his hips back.]