[Orym smiles in turn, humming his approval as he's shifted higher against Dorian, wrapping his arms around him now, leaning close enough to first brush his nose against the other man's before stealing a brief kiss, a flick of his tongue along Dorian's lower lip before he replies.]
Mm... good. They can look but they can't touch. You're mine, and I want everyone to know it.
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Mm... good. They can look but they can't touch. You're mine, and I want everyone to know it.
[Just a small possessive streak.[