[Orym gasps softly as that finger works its way inside him, leaning into the kiss. He strokes his hand along the genasi's length, slow and deliberately teasing. He breaks from that kiss with the start of a grin.]
Was that supposed to be a threat, beautiful?
[Because to Orym it sounded like a challenge, and he wasn't one to turn down a challenge. Especially one that sounded entirely too appealing to pass up.]
We have lost time to make up for.
[Since both of them had been silently pining for the other for a while now.]
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Was that supposed to be a threat, beautiful?
[Because to Orym it sounded like a challenge, and he wasn't one to turn down a challenge. Especially one that sounded entirely too appealing to pass up.]
We have lost time to make up for.
[Since both of them had been silently pining for the other for a while now.]