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]

[It's too much and exquisitely perfect at the same time. Orym shifts his legs apart at that touch, pliant and flexible, and oh so eager. He can feel Dorian at his entrance, and that surge of need only spikes in him.

His voice escapes in a cry of bliss as Dorian is pushing inside him, as his body yields around that length. There's pain, but it pales in comparison to the pleasure of it, of knowing that Dorian is inside him, that they are joining together this way. Finally. Oh, finally.]

Dorian... it's perfect. You're perfect. Need you, need this.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian groans, a low sound in the back of his throat, feeling those tight walls gripping around his cock. It burns straight into his core, the pulsing heat wrapping around him in a tight coil. ]

Gods, Orym…you’re perfect. Feel so good around me, so perfect for me.

[ Like the halfing was made for him. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out, replaced instead by a soft moan. He's forgotten that he's laid out on an altar, that they're being used as some sort of ritual by a weird voyeuristic cult. None of that matters. Let them watch. Let them see. Dorian Storm is his, and Orym wants the world to know it.

Eventually he finds his voice]

Yes... gods...

[He reaches up towards him, urging him closer, until Dorian is bearing over him.]

Fuck me, love. Please.

[makingmyway]

[ Those sounds, those words seem to rumble through his entire body like thunder, and he answers with a growl as he leans over Orym.

Hooking his hands under Orym’s knees, he bends them to press them the halfling’s chest, bending him in half as he thrusts in again, hitting him even deeper. ]

Yes…as much as you want, as long as you want.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[The sound of that growl, the way that Dorian bends him in half, does something to Orym, sparks something to burning all the hotter in him. Dorian will also find that the halfling is absurdly flexible, that there's no resistance in him as he's folded in two.]

A..ah!

[His voice leaves him as Dorian manages to drive himself even deeper inside him, fingers curling so nails press into the skin of Dorian's shoulders as Orym holds on for dear life.]

Dorian..!

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian isn’t at all surprised by how flexible Orym is, but it’s still incredibly arousing, imagining all the ways that flexibility could be put to use.

But for now he focuses on this, the bite of Orym’s nails grounding him back into this moment, and leaning more of his weight on Orym’s knees he pounds into the halfling at an almost frenzied pace, lost in the sensations, the feeling and sounds and presence of Orym. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[That frenzied, desperate pace is exactly what Orym wants. He wants to feel him, all of him, to be taken, claimed. And he'll stake his own claim too, in the marks that nails leave on soft blue skin as they drag down along his arms, his back, the way the fighter clings to him.

Orym is crying out, the sounds near sobs as he feels the way each thrust drives that pleasure higher in him, building and building.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian shudders, the feeling of those nails dragging across his skin sending even more heat through his body that has his cock throbbing. And the sounds Orym makes is matched by his own deep groans, his breathing ragged and sharp each time he hilts himself into Orym, trying to angle himself to find that sensitive spot that he knew would really undo the halfling. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym arches against the stone altar, nearly defying gravity, like the pull towards Dorian is so much stronger a force, when the genasi finds that angle that brings Dorian's cock assaulting his prostate on each press in, each drag out.

Orym hears a pleasured scream and it takes a moment for him to realize that it's him. It has been so long since he has been with anyone, so long since he's felt anything close to this pleasure, and he knows he won't last. Knows he can't.]

Dorian... please. So close, I'm so close...

[A soft warning that he only barely gets out before he's coming, striping his stomach and Dorian's both with rope after rope of his release, his passage tightening reflexively around the length inside him as though his body was trying to milk Dorian's climax from him simultaneously.]

[makingmyway]

[ Orym’s screams of pleasure sends something rattling through him, and with ragged breaths he continues to hit the halfling’s prostate with each thrust, wanting more than anything to bring him over the edge.

And he can only watch in awe when Orym finally climaxes, enraptured in seeing him overcome with pleasure. It’s an amazing sight, and something in him thrills knowing he was able to cause such a reaction in the halfling.

With a few more thrusts, and feeling Orym clenching around him, it isn’t long before Dorian finally spills himself into Orym, crying out the other man’s name as he fills him with his release. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym is trembling in the wake of his climax, small, lithe form shaking ad Dorian continues to move against him. He tightens his arms around him, panting softly, holding to the other man, an answering whimper leaving his lips as Dorian cries out for him, as he feels the other man begin to fill him with his seed.

And oh he feels whole and complete in a way he hasn't gelt in so long.]

Dorian... my Dorian. Love you so much. Won't let you go now. Can't.

[makingmyway]

[ Breathing heavily, Dorian feels adrift in the haze of the afterglow, the only thing keeping him grounded was Orym’s hands on him, the warmth of his body underneath him.

Opening his eyes, he manages a smile as he carefully straightens Orym’s legs and gently setting them back down onto the altar, freeing his hands so he can reach one up to caress his cheek. ]

My darling Orym…I love you too, so much. [ He wraps his arms around the halfling, holding him close. ] I want nothing more than to be with you, always.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym barely notices that he's being moved until his legs come to rest against the altar. He does notice the hand at his cheek though, turning into it with a soft, contented sigh. His arms wind around Dorian in turn, burrowing into that embrace.]

I want that too. Wherever you are... mm. That's home now.

[And it has been so long since he had a home.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian hums a soft, pleased sound as he presses a light kiss to the top of Orym’s head. ]

Home…to have a home with you is more than I could have ever hoped for.

[ And yet here they are, prepared to promise forever to one another. And even with some of the urgent need caused by the magical aphrodisiac beginning to ease, the burn is still there, a gentler warmth simmering in his chest. ]

…we should get cleaned up.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym lets his eyes drift shut at that kiss, sweet as it is. Almost as sweet as the words that follow it. He's still entirely swept up in the magic of this place, but it changes none of how he feels.]

Me too.

[But Dorian does have a point.]

We probably should...

[Though the halfling makes no attempt to move, save to look off to their left.]

He did say there was a bath. [Orym might be considering how pleasant sharing a bath with Dorian will be. ...he's definitely considering it. They should definitely do this.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian hums as he nods, his gaze following Orym’s. ]

In the alcove there, right.

[ Dorian is definitely having the same thought too. Which is why, after he slowly slips down from the altar, he gently scoops Orym into his arms, grinning a little as he holds him bridal style and makes his way to the alcove. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

In the alcove.

[Orym agrees. He has no objections at all to being lifted into those arms or being carried, so he only wraps his arms around Dorian's neck loosely as they go. It also means that nothing is stopping him from leaning up and in to kiss along Dorian's jaw, nibbling there lightly.]

Bath sounds amazing. Especially with the current company.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian shivers at the touch of those lips and teeth, stumbling just a bit as it makes his knees feel a little weak, even as he manages a small grin. ]

I’m certainly looking forward to it.

[ He does eventually make it to the tub, surprised and pleased to find the alcove gently lit with candlelight, giving it an almost romantic atmosphere.

Carefully shifting Orym in his hold so he can test the water with one hand, he finds it pleasantly warm while stirring up some of the scented oils infused in the water to fill the air with their aroma. Then he carefully steps into the tub, keeping Orym in his arms as he slowly lowers himself so that the halfling is seated in his lap as the warm water surrounds them both. ]

Mm…this is nice.

[ But the magic that had so affected them in the main chamber seems to be weaker here, as the events are slowly starting to catch up with Dorian. While he doesn’t at all regret what happened, it’s certainly something they still have to talk about. And considering the golden bands still around their necks, it seems that there is still more to be done before it would be deemed enough for this temple’s goddess. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym peeks down as Dorian tests the water, catching the scent of those oils, softly floral and sweet. He settles himself in the other man's lap, murmuring his approval at the warmth of the water.

He turns to face Dorian, more straddling his lap now, leaning close to touch a kiss to his shoulder before looking up at him.]

You all right?

[Because it is hitting Orym too. This is... it's a lot. There's not an ounce of regret in him either, but his mind is racing still, like his heart is racing.]

[makingmyway]

[ Another shiver rolls down his back at that gentle kiss, and he releases a shaky breath as he nods, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Orym’s. ]

Yeah…Yeah, I think so. It’s just…there’s a lot to process.

[ He opens his eyes to meet Orym’s, searching for something there, even if he’s not entirely sure what. ]

How are you feeling?

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

It really is a lot, yeah. We kind of... just did a speed run of this whole relationship thing.

[From hidden feelings to confessions to... desperate ritual sex.

Orym meets that gaze though, and the only thing Dorian will find in those bright green eyes is affection.

As for how he's feeling?] Lucky. Really, really lucky. You?

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian can’t help a soft laugh. ] That’s one way of putting it, yeah.

[ Admittedly he did feel a little nervous about how quickly everything happened. But seeing the affection in Orym’s eyes does put him a bit more at ease.

Still, he does pause a moment as the question is turned back on him. ] I feel…happy? Happier than I ever expected to be. But I think…I still have some questions. Things we might need to…to talk about, yeah?

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Something in the halfling seems to ease at that answer. Happy is good. Seeing Dorian happy -- being the one to make him happy -- that's something he wants more than he can put to words.]

Yeah, I think that's fair. We should definitely talk.

[He nods, though he isn't entire certain where to begin and looks to Dorian to see if he has any idea.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian hesitates, meeting Orym’s gaze for a moment before glancing away, trying to put the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind into some semblance of order. ]

…how long? I mean, that you…

[ He gestures vaguely between them. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym has the decency to look sheepish here, ducking his head with a laugh, looking down at the water between them. He's not a shy man by nature, but well, maybe it's not surprising to feel a bit shy and fluttery here. This is new and the circumstances are strange and he's wanted this for...]

...a while. A long while. Since the airship to Marquet.

[After Dorian had agreed without hesitating to come with him to chase down clues and leads about the assassins that had attacked Zephrah years ago.]