[There. There it is. Dorian -- always strikingly handsome -- looks more exquisitely beautiful in this moment, as he lets go and that pleasure rushes over him, than anything that Orym has ever seen.
And moves with him through it, all of it, until that moment that Dorian settles back to the bed. Those unseen hands leave, but not without a soft caress, a gentle soothing touch before dissipating into air. Orym pants softly as the aftershocks of his climax rock through him.]
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And moves with him through it, all of it, until that moment that Dorian settles back to the bed. Those unseen hands leave, but not without a soft caress, a gentle soothing touch before dissipating into air. Orym pants softly as the aftershocks of his climax rock through him.]