[It's too much and exquisitely perfect at the same time. Orym shifts his legs apart at that touch, pliant and flexible, and oh so eager. He can feel Dorian at his entrance, and that surge of need only spikes in him.
His voice escapes in a cry of bliss as Dorian is pushing inside him, as his body yields around that length. There's pain, but it pales in comparison to the pleasure of it, of knowing that Dorian is inside him, that they are joining together this way. Finally. Oh, finally.]
Dorian... it's perfect. You're perfect. Need you, need this.
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Date: 2023-08-04 04:32 am (UTC)His voice escapes in a cry of bliss as Dorian is pushing inside him, as his body yields around that length. There's pain, but it pales in comparison to the pleasure of it, of knowing that Dorian is inside him, that they are joining together this way. Finally. Oh, finally.]
Dorian... it's perfect. You're perfect. Need you, need this.