[At the back of his mind, Orym realizes that there's something driving the need in him hotter and more overwhelming, and he doesn't care. He has wanted Dorian for so long now, has wanted to tell him just how much, to kiss him and know the touch of those hands.]
Yes, you have me. Now. Always.
[Promises and demands both woven together as calloused fingers find their way to begin undressing Dorian -- pretty as the gown may be, it is in his way.]
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Yes, you have me. Now. Always.
[Promises and demands both woven together as calloused fingers find their way to begin undressing Dorian -- pretty as the gown may be, it is in his way.]