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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[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.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian can’t help drawing a sharp breath in surprise. ]

Really? That long?

[ To think, all this time…

Maybe it was a good thing the goddess had decided to intervene. Who knows how long they could have gone dancing around one another. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[The fighter nods before glancing back up.]

Yeah, that long.

[He's been trying to convince himself that it's been the wrong time to tell him, that they both have so much to do and worry about. But when it comes down to it, he's been afraid of making that leap. He wasn't sure he remembered how to do all this, and he was terrified of doing something to ruin their friendship.]

What about you?

[It's a soft, tentative question.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian makes a slight face, his cheeks flushing as he finally meets Orym’s gaze again. ]

…since Niirdal-Poc.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Oh.

[Orym finds himself flushing now too. So there's been a lot of time that they've just been pining at one another like two ships passing in the night. He can't help a laugh, and he shifts closer in Dorian's lap to wind his arms around his neck, fingers finding their way into the bard's hair.]

I wanted to say something, but I was afraid I'd screw up our friendship if you didn't...

[Well. Here they are and those fears it seems, may have been unfounded.]

[makingmyway]

Y-Yeah.

[ Dorian leans into Orym’s touch, breathing out a weak laugh of his own. ]

I was…worried about that too. And it just never seemed like…a good time to say anything? [ He glances off to the side again, his fingers idly drifting up and down Orym’s back. ]

Before that we’d been fighting, and it would have been awkward? To say anything. And then after that we had to deal with Opal and the crown - and that was at least partially, if not mostly my fault for wanting to keep the stupid thing, so there’s that. And then you got called to Zephrah, and when Fearne and I went with you, you told us about Will, and I…I didn’t think I could ever tell you then.

[ Especially after learning more about Will, and realizing that he could never measure up to the man that Orym had loved and lost. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

There's been a lot of reasons to leave it unsaid. A lot of excuses. But I'm glad... I'm really glad it isn't unsaid anymore.

[But there goes his Dorian looking away from him, breaking eye contact. The halfling listens, really truly listens, and he hears those familiar insecurities. He's about to scold Dorian about it not being his fault at all, never mind mostly, but when the other man mentions Will, that catches Orym's attention. The way he says he couldn't ever tell him after that.

Oh. Orym can connect those dots into what they are.]

Are you still worried about that? I used to worry about it too, that after loving Will, after losing him, that there was no chance I could love someone like that again. I believed that for a long time. Then I met you. And I was so wrong. I fell so hard. I think I'm still falling. I don't know if I deserve it, deserve you, but I feel like I've been given a second chance. [It's the sort of miracle that doesn't happen in little lives like his, but here he is anyway, and he isn't going to take it for granted.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian release a slow, shaky breath. ]

N-No…? I-I mean, not quite like that. I…I was sure that you were capable of loving again. Your heart is made for caring for people, and I knew it was only a matter of time until you found someone that could help you remember that.

[ He just…never expected it to be him. ]

There isn’t any doubt that you deserve someone who loves you, Orym. Honestly, you deserve so much better.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym is quiet a long moment. Dorian thinks he deserves better. Orym has been concerned about the same thing from his side, that Dorian could do so much better than a widow with nothing to his name -- even a name to his name -- other than his sword and his word.]

I can't imagine anyone better than you.

[It doesn't seem possible, plain and simple.]

[makingmyway]

[ Even now, after all this, the words still manage to surprise Dorian. He feels something squeeze around his heart, just as he pulls Orym closer and holds him tight. ]

I…I don’t know about that. But I want to be…I want to be everything that you deserve.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym is all too happy to sink against him, to wrap his arms that much tighter about Dorian in return. He buries his face into the side of Dorian's neck, breathing in the familiar scent of him, coupled with the lingering scent of sweat and sex on his skin.]

You're everything I want.

[Everything he could possibly want, need. He hasn't felt whole like this in longer than he can remember, but now he's in Dorian's arms, and oh he's complete. He's home.]

I'll do whatever I can to be the man you deserve too.

[makingmyway]

[ His heart flips in his chest, shivering as Orym presses up against him like that. He reaches one hand up to gently cradle the back of Orym’s head, as he presses a kiss through his hair. ]

You don’t have to do anything, Orym. You’re already more than enough.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym softens in his arms, like he's melting fully into Dorian, even more so at that gentle touch, the kiss that follows.]

This is actually real.

[Not some fever dream. Not some trick of this goddess's strange temple and cult. This is only them. He's certain of that now, and his heart is racing in the realization.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian releases a shaky breath, more than happy to support Orym as he holds him against him. ]

It has to be…none of the dreams I’ve had came anywhere close to this.

[ It’s a thrilling realization, to know that Orym truly did feel the same way he did. That he could actually give his heart to the halfling without worry. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym laughs quietly, nodding, face still tucked up against Dorian's neck.]

Yeah, mine neither.

[Nowhere near this, the way his heart is soaring while still beating in his chest. And since it's right there, he kisses against Dorian's neck, nipping at soft skin.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian’s breath hitches softly, a shiver running down his spine as the little nip once again reminds him of where they are, the state that they’re in. ]

Orym…

[ How easily it would be for things to get heated once again. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym smiles slowly at the sound of that hitched breath. Orym also remembers where they are, remembers that they're naked together in a bath. The band around his neck doesn't even have to remind him this time.]

Dorian...

[He murmurs the name in answer before leaning back to seek out his eyes, biting at his lower lip.]

You know they're watching, right? [No doubt in his mind about this. He lets his hands run over Dorian's chest then, fingers wet and warm from the water.]

Want to give them something to see?

[makingmyway]

[ He glances down to meet Orym’s eyes, a soft sound rising in his throat as those fingers trail across his skin.

Then he grins a little, hitching Orym a little higher up his body. ]

If they want to watch, we might as well give them a show.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym smiles in turn, humming his approval as he's shifted higher against Dorian, wrapping his arms around him now, leaning close enough to first brush his nose against the other man's before stealing a brief kiss, a flick of his tongue along Dorian's lower lip before he replies.]

Mm... good. They can look but they can't touch. You're mine, and I want everyone to know it.

[Just a small possessive streak.[

[makingmyway]

[ A pleased sound rises from his throat as he returns the kiss while he can, shivering as that tongue runs across his lip.

Surprise flashes across his face at Orym’s next words, though, and he can’t help the excitement coursing through him at the thought. ]

Mm, you’re right. Let them look. I want them to see who I belong to.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Those words are clearly like absolute music to Orym's ears. He leans in to kiss him properly now, immediately trying to chase it deeper, tilting his head so that their mouths can slot firmly together.

That's right. Dorian belongs to him. But oh the opposite is just as true. He belongs heart and body and soul to the other man.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian tilts his head up to return the kiss, lips immediately parting to take it even deeper.

And he knows that the feeling is reciprocal, that Orym belongs just as much to him as he does to the halfling. It’s why his arms pull Orym even closer against his body, one hand drifting down the lithe form to cup at the firm ass. ]