[Orym obeys, unable to hold out any longer, not with the way Dorian has found that angle, not with the constant assault on his prostate, with sight and feel and sound of the other man.
He finds himself in free fall, passage clamping down around Dorian's cock as if eager to feel him come as well, needing it. His small, lean form trembles as he comes, spilling himself between them, much of it caught by the water, but some striping his skin, Dorian's. Nails dig in harder as he holds on for absolute dear life.]
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He finds himself in free fall, passage clamping down around Dorian's cock as if eager to feel him come as well, needing it. His small, lean form trembles as he comes, spilling himself between them, much of it caught by the water, but some striping his skin, Dorian's. Nails dig in harder as he holds on for absolute dear life.]
Dorian... do it... come inside me.