[The sound Orym makes in response to that growl comes from some place deep at the core of himself, a primal response to the yearning and need in him. He's still kissing Dorian as the other man stands, barely noticing that they're moving, at least until he feels the cool marble of the altar against his back.
He looks up at Dorian, green eyes dazed, clouded through with lust.]
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He looks up at Dorian, green eyes dazed, clouded through with lust.]
I want everything, all of you. Forever.