[ Dorian can’t help a pleased hum, turning his head to catch Orym’s lips, holding him close to deepen the kiss. He’s surprised with himself by how easy it is to exchange such gestures, but maybe it’s because it’s all he’s wanted to do for so long.
Even though they’re still sitting in the bathtub, he’s close to dozing a bit, pleasantly satisfied. But Orym’s words have him alert once again, his heart skipping at the mental image that it leaves his throat dry. ]
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Even though they’re still sitting in the bathtub, he’s close to dozing a bit, pleasantly satisfied. But Orym’s words have him alert once again, his heart skipping at the mental image that it leaves his throat dry. ]
Mm…Y-Yeah…I…I think I’d like that.