['So, so stubborn.' A mental tsking that Orym is only barely aware of given that he's on the very fringe of consciousness, breath less strained now but only because he's barely breathing at all.
The next thing he's aware of is the touch of Dorian's lips to his, soft as a breeze. The collar eases its stranglehold, still tight, but enough that Orym can draw a shaky breath as his eyes slowly open and Dorian's face comes into focus -- close, so close.
Kissing him. Oh, that's a really lovely thing to wake to, and without thinking too much about it, Orym leans up to return the kiss.]
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The next thing he's aware of is the touch of Dorian's lips to his, soft as a breeze. The collar eases its stranglehold, still tight, but enough that Orym can draw a shaky breath as his eyes slowly open and Dorian's face comes into focus -- close, so close.
Kissing him. Oh, that's a really lovely thing to wake to, and without thinking too much about it, Orym leans up to return the kiss.]