[Those words are clearly like absolute music to Orym's ears. He leans in to kiss him properly now, immediately trying to chase it deeper, tilting his head so that their mouths can slot firmly together.
That's right. Dorian belongs to him. But oh the opposite is just as true. He belongs heart and body and soul to the other man.]
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That's right. Dorian belongs to him. But oh the opposite is just as true. He belongs heart and body and soul to the other man.]