[Those arms around him are better than he could have imagined, strong and secure and exactly where Orym wants to be. He melts into the other man, lips parting to welcome the kiss deeper, inviting Dorian to take, to taste, to explore.
What the halfling doesn't know at the moment is that the curse that they've fallen under is not above increasing the need that both of them are feeling, fueling desire with a magical aphrodisiac that will only increase with further touch. Maybe that'll make things easier to submit to being part of a ritual in view of a strange cult, or just more desperate. Time would tell.]
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What the halfling doesn't know at the moment is that the curse that they've fallen under is not above increasing the need that both of them are feeling, fueling desire with a magical aphrodisiac that will only increase with further touch. Maybe that'll make things easier to submit to being part of a ritual in view of a strange cult, or just more desperate. Time would tell.]