for Dorian (makingmyway) - Fuck or die ritual sex

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym doesn't know how they've gotten themselves into this.

They'd found themselves taking refuge in a temple to some minor deity that Orym had never heard of before. Bell's Hells had made their way inside, and for a while that was all the halfling knew. Not more than three steps into the temple and he'd collapsed, struck unconscious without even a moment to react. He'd later learn that the same had happened to Dorian -- though the rest of the members of the Hells had been entirely unaffected.

The appearance of the worshippers in the temple had been met with suspicion by most of their still-awake friends, but by the time Dorian and Orym woke up, it was clear that they had no chance but to take the offered help. The temple, it seems, has been in a sort of stasis, a waiting, for the right people to step inside. Some prophecy that is now being fulfilled with a halfling and an air genasi who did not sign up for this. But they are in it now, and there is only one way to survive this curse.

Orym awakes with a start. He finds himself laid out on a stone altar, though soft, silken fabric has been draped over it -- similar to the frankly flimsy material of the shift that he's been dressed in. There are flowers in his hair, and strewn around him and for once he's not the source of them. He glances to his left and sees Dorian there, still sleeping, dressed and adorned similarly. For just a fraction of a second, Orym feels his breath catch. Dorian looks too beautiful to be real, dressed in the same diaphanous white robes, adorned similarly with flowers. Concern takes over in the next moment and he reaches over to set a hand on his chest, shaking gently.]

Dorian? Dorian, wake up.

[He sounds a bit frantic, looking around and immediately noting that his weapons are nowhere nearby. He doesn't recognize this place, the chamber large and lit by firelight and moonlight. And they're alone. Where are the others?

What Orym, for all his perceptiveness, has not noticed, is the thin band of gold that circles his neck, nor the identical one around Dorian's. Those will be a problem he'll learn about shortly.]

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[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym takes the help to maneuver himself into sitting up, watching the bard's face closely, to see his reaction to the words, to what he's confessed to him after holding it in for what feels like ages.

And despite the fact that he told Dorian he had some hope that Dorian could feel the same, he can still feel his heart skip several beats as the other man speaks those words. Wide-eyed, he smells, feeling the heat rising across his cheeks.]

How could I not be in love with you? You're amazing. So much about you.

[makingmyway]

[ The flush on his cheeks darkens, even as his gaze falls, unable to meet Orym’s for the moment as all his self-doubt and anxiety somehow manages to start creeping back. ]

I can think of several things.

[ Not least of which included Orym’s late husband. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym reaches out to take one of Dorian's hands.]

Yeah well, I can't.

[He informs him stubbornly, but there's a gentleness in his tone. He knows Dorian has a lot of self-doubt and insecurities.]

You're not perfect, Dorian. But perfect is... gods it'd be awful. But you're sweet and you're funny and you're kind. And you helped me remember how to be alive again... how to want to be alive again.

[makingmyway]

[ He stills as Orym takes his hand, his heart racing under the halfling’s praise. Then he swallows the lump in his throat - the feeling this time having nothing to do with the collar - as he gently squeezes Orym’s hand. ]

It’s just…hard to believe…to think you could want to be with me, when you’ve seen the very worst of me.

But if I could do that for you…then I’m glad. After everything you’ve done for me, I’m glad that I could do something for you too.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[The halfling just smiles at the squeeze to his hand. It's nice.]

I've seen you go through dark, difficult things. I've seen you come out the other side too. Still there for all of us, still you.

[Still gentle and willing to help people, still able to smile. Orym ducks his head with a laugh.]

Honestly, I'm the one who's lucky you feel the same. I've... I spent a lot of time feeling broken, just wandering, trying to keep moving forward because that's the only thing I know how to do.

[Another flicker of a smile on his face.] I don't feel so broken, when I'm with you.

[makingmyway]

[ Watching Orym for a moment, Dorian then lifts their hands to press a kiss to the back of Orym’s. ]

You’re not broken, Orym. The fact that you can keep going forward after all you’ve been through is amazing. I’ve always admired that about you.

It’s why I’ve always been willing to follow your lead, why I trust your judgment. You’re one of the strongest people that I’ve ever known.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[The way his throat tightens at the kiss to the back of his hand has nothing to do with the band around his neck. Instead it has everything to do with the way it feels like his heart is overflowing at the sweet gesture and the words that come with it.]

I really want to kiss you again.

[And then maybe again, and at least once more for good measure.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian takes in a sharp breath, his cheeks once again flushing as his heart skips. Swallowing thickly, he nods. ]

I…Y-Yeah…I wouldn’t mind that.

[ Very much the opposite, really. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Yeah? Good. That's good.

[So Orym will shift closer, wrapping his arms around Dorian's neck and leaning in, his lips finding the bard's. The voice in his head is clearly pleased at this, but not nearly so pleased as Orym is.

Gods but he's wanted to kiss him for so long now, wondered entirely too often what Dorian would feel like, taste like.]

[makingmyway]

[ A breathless noise escapes him, muffled between their lips as he wraps his arms around the halfling's waist, holding him close and pressing the kiss deeper. Feeling the warmth of Orym's presence, tasting him like this is more than he'd ever thought possible, but all he's wanted for so long. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Those arms around him are better than he could have imagined, strong and secure and exactly where Orym wants to be. He melts into the other man, lips parting to welcome the kiss deeper, inviting Dorian to take, to taste, to explore.

What the halfling doesn't know at the moment is that the curse that they've fallen under is not above increasing the need that both of them are feeling, fueling desire with a magical aphrodisiac that will only increase with further touch. Maybe that'll make things easier to submit to being part of a ritual in view of a strange cult, or just more desperate. Time would tell.]

[makingmyway]

[ He shivers as he feels Orym's lips parting, and he takes the invitation to gently run his tongue along the other man's lips, before slipping inside to taste him properly with a moan, the halfling's taste and scent overwhelming him.

It almost felt like something was being ignited, slowly burning through his veins with each touch and brush against the halfling. It was slowly consuming him, and yet he still wanted to feel it burning completely. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym shivers at the first sensation of that tongue touching over his lips, He shifts forward, molding himself up against Dorian, closing any space left between them as if drawn by some force he couldn't resist if he tried. And he doesn't want to resist.

He lets his tongue slide along Dorian's, losing a soft sound to the kiss. Dorian is kissing him. The realization is amazing still, that Dorian feels the same for him.]

Dorian... [He murmurs his name straight to Dorian's lips.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian moans softly, shivering himself at the touch of Orym's tongue along his own. He pulls Orym as close as possible, and yet it somehow never feels close enough. He wants to feel more of the halfling against him, to feel more of the heat of his body against his.

He shivers as Orym's breath ghosts across his lips, and he breathes out a sigh. ]

Orym...please...

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Close is good. Close is very good, but Orym agrees. It's not enough, not yet. And already his fingers are catching int he filmy fabric of the robes that Dorian's body is draped in.]

Yes... gods, I need you...

[And it is a need. Urgent and consuming and to hell with anyone watching.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian swallows thickly; even the way the gown slides across his skin as Orym lightly tugs on it sending sparks of heat through his veins. ]

I need you too…I need you now…please, Orym…

[ It feels like it’s gotten so intense so suddenly, but he knows that if he doesn’t have the halfing he might very well go mad. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[At the back of his mind, Orym realizes that there's something driving the need in him hotter and more overwhelming, and he doesn't care. He has wanted Dorian for so long now, has wanted to tell him just how much, to kiss him and know the touch of those hands.]

Yes, you have me. Now. Always.

[Promises and demands both woven together as calloused fingers find their way to begin undressing Dorian -- pretty as the gown may be, it is in his way.]

[makingmyway]

[ Reluctantly Dorian shifts back a bit, just enough to help Orym in removing the gown. Fortunately for the two of them, that seems to be their only obstacle, as they were conveniently given nothing else to wear underneath.

The realization pulls a small growl from Dorian’s throat, as he surges forward to capture Orym’s lips again, intense and hungry, as his hands start to roam, eager to get the halfling undressed as well. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Oh, that is certainly a delightful discovery so far as Orym is concerned, that once he's managed to send that filmy material sliding down to the ground, there's nothing between Dorian and his hands. He looks up at the sound of that growl, feeling the way it makes something twist hot and tight and tingling between his legs.

His breath has already been stolen away, and then Dorian is kissing him and he forgets all about breathing anyway, kissing Dorian back with an answering hunger, and eagerness for more. He does what he can to help those hands deal with his clothes too. Once they're gone, he winds his arms around him, molding himself close against him, skin against skin now. Fuck.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian groans once the silky fabric has been shed, as he wraps his arms around Orym’s waist to press their heated flesh together. He grinds his hips against Orym’s, his cock pulsing as the ache burns deep in his core. ]

Orym…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym hears himself moaning too, at the feeling of Dorian's arousal pressing against him, that very tangible proof that the other man wants him. His fingers curl against Dorian's back, nails pressing into skin.]

Dorian...

[His voice is breathless, roughened with the desire that's near overwhelming.]

Want you so much... [He brushes his nose along Dorian's cheek, lips tracing along his jawline.]

It's been a really long time... [Since he's been with anyone. Since he's wanted to be with anyone. A nip of his teeth at the edge of his jaw, and his lips are brushing Dorian's ear as he murmurs the next words directly to it.] Don't be gentle.

[makingmyway]

[ He shivers as those nails bite into his skin, sending another jolt that causes his cock to twitch. ]

Want you too… [ His own voice is gravelly, words hoarse with desperation. ] Need you…

[ Another shiver runs downs his spine at the touch of Orym’s lips, his teeth, his whole presence. But those words send something surging through him, and with another growl he kisses Orym again, holding him tight to his body as he gets to his feet, somehow managing to stumble his way back to the altar to press Orym down onto it. ]

Whatever you want, Orym…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[The sound Orym makes in response to that growl comes from some place deep at the core of himself, a primal response to the yearning and need in him. He's still kissing Dorian as the other man stands, barely noticing that they're moving, at least until he feels the cool marble of the altar against his back.

He looks up at Dorian, green eyes dazed, clouded through with lust.]

I want everything, all of you. Forever.

[makingmyway]

[ The sound Orym makes almost seems to reverberate in his chest, sending a thrill rushing through him.

But Orym’s words somehow manage to cut through some of the haze, as the realization of what the other man is actually asking for fully hits him.

And he swallows the lump in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. Because more than anything, he wants it too. ]

…You have me, Orym. All of me, always.

[ He’s always been Orym’s. So being his forever would be no different.

He doesn’t know how or why he knows to look, but his fingers feel around amongst the flowers until he finds a vial of oil, waiting there for use. Pouring some into his hands, he makes sure his fingers are thoroughly coated and the oil is warmed before leaning into to kiss Orym again, teasing a finger at his entrance before sliding it in. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym smiles at Dorian like he's just been given something immeasurably precious. And oh he has. Those words, that promise, there's nothing else that Orym could ever ask for. He's so in love with this man, has been falling for so, so long and now he's fallen straight into his arms.]

Always...

[He echoes softly. And Dorian has him, will always have him too. The halfling doesn't give his heart away easily, but it has been Dorian's for a long time now. Leaning up, he kisses him back, gasping against his lips at the feeling of that finger seeking inside him, the startled breath exhaled in a soft moan against his lips.]