[Oh, that is certainly a delightful discovery so far as Orym is concerned, that once he's managed to send that filmy material sliding down to the ground, there's nothing between Dorian and his hands. He looks up at the sound of that growl, feeling the way it makes something twist hot and tight and tingling between his legs.
His breath has already been stolen away, and then Dorian is kissing him and he forgets all about breathing anyway, kissing Dorian back with an answering hunger, and eagerness for more. He does what he can to help those hands deal with his clothes too. Once they're gone, he winds his arms around him, molding himself close against him, skin against skin now. Fuck.]
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His breath has already been stolen away, and then Dorian is kissing him and he forgets all about breathing anyway, kissing Dorian back with an answering hunger, and eagerness for more. He does what he can to help those hands deal with his clothes too. Once they're gone, he winds his arms around him, molding himself close against him, skin against skin now. Fuck.]