[ Dorian devours that groan, doing his best to kiss the halfling senseless.
When Orym draws back though he take a shuddering breath, which turns into a soft growl at the other’s words, his fingers carefully slipping between his cheeks to brush against his entrance. ]
You’re sure…?
[ Even as the heat is beginning to once again burn through him, he has enough sense to ask at least, worried he might have been a bit rough on the halfling just moments before.
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Date: 2023-09-16 05:41 am (UTC)When Orym draws back though he take a shuddering breath, which turns into a soft growl at the other’s words, his fingers carefully slipping between his cheeks to brush against his entrance. ]
You’re sure…?
[ Even as the heat is beginning to once again burn through him, he has enough sense to ask at least, worried he might have been a bit rough on the halfling just moments before.
Despite Orym having asked for it. ]