[Orym moves closer eagerly, molding himself up against Dorian so that there isn't a sliver of space left between them, losing himself in the taste of the bard's lips, in all of him. He loses a groan to the kiss as that hand finds his ass.
He drew back from the kiss just far enough to speak, voice husky and breathless with the desire that is once more becoming overwhelming.]
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He drew back from the kiss just far enough to speak, voice husky and breathless with the desire that is once more becoming overwhelming.]
I'm still open and ready for you...