[ He can’t help but just watch a moment as Orym is lost to the pleasure, the way the halfling's body is overcome with it. It’s such a captivating sight, and his heart swells knowing that he’s the one that can bring him to such a state.
A groan rumbles in his chest at the vice grip of Orym’s passage on his length, and the words are more than enough to send him over the edge as well. He thrusts into him a few more times, hitting as deep as he can, and finally spills over, Orym’s name on his lips as he paints the halfling’s insides with his seed. ]
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A groan rumbles in his chest at the vice grip of Orym’s passage on his length, and the words are more than enough to send him over the edge as well. He thrusts into him a few more times, hitting as deep as he can, and finally spills over, Orym’s name on his lips as he paints the halfling’s insides with his seed. ]