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]

This... this wasn't how I wanted... wanted to tell you..

['Oh just kiss him already. This is getting painful to watch.' Orym is beyond worrying about that voice in his head right now. His vision is starting to blur, eyes not quite focused as he looks at Dorian's handsome face.

Then there's that hand and he doesn't have it in him not to turn into the touch. He can see the concern there, wonders at the silence before realizing what Dorian has done with his breath. Oh, oh good, that's right. That's smart. A smile flickers over his lips as he realizes that the bard will be okay. That's a relief.

This is about when consciousness decides it's done with him, and the halfling tips forward into Dorian.]

[makingmyway]

[ This is too much for Dorian to process, as he catches Orym in his arms, a cold wash of fear coursing through his body as he tries to rouse him.

Dammit, shit, fuck!

‘You know what you have to do to help him’ the voice echoes in his head again, and Dorian remembers how much he hates hearing strange goddesses speaking to him in his mind like this.

The worst part is that he does know what could help Orym, or at least he has an idea. Compared to what they’re being asked to do, it’s relatively small, enough to buy them some time to figure the rest out. But he hates this, because it isn’t fair.

This isn’t how he wanted to let Orym know either.

Still, he knows he has no choice now, not if they’re going to survive this. So, steeling up his courage, he carefully arranges the halfling in his arms in order to tilt his head up.

And, after a moment of hesitation, he leans in to press a gentle kiss to Orym’s lips. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

['So, so stubborn.' A mental tsking that Orym is only barely aware of given that he's on the very fringe of consciousness, breath less strained now but only because he's barely breathing at all.

The next thing he's aware of is the touch of Dorian's lips to his, soft as a breeze. The collar eases its stranglehold, still tight, but enough that Orym can draw a shaky breath as his eyes slowly open and Dorian's face comes into focus -- close, so close.

Kissing him. Oh, that's a really lovely thing to wake to, and without thinking too much about it, Orym leans up to return the kiss.]

[makingmyway]

[ He feels the collar around his neck loosen a fraction, and then a bit more when Orym returns the kiss. But it’s that realization - that not only is Orym conscious again, but kissing him back - that startles Dorian a bit, that he ends up breaking the kiss himself, his cheeks flushed as he looks down at the halfing. ]

Orym…?

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym draws another shaky breath, slowly getting his breath back as the collar eases its hold for the time being. He looks up at Dorian and offers a small, faintly apologetic smile.]

Like I said, maybe not that crazy.

[Cat's halfway out of the bag, and is not going to go back into the bag easily. So he may as well just let it out.]

I've been trying to find the right time to tell you. That I've been in love with you for a while now, and sometimes... sometimes I'm brave enough to think you might feel the same.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian’s breath hitches softly, his heart skipping in his chest. Carefully he helps Orym into a better sitting position, trying to find the right words. ]

…I never…thought it was possible, to be honest. That you could ever feel the same way about me. That’s why I could never…bring myself to tell you.

How in love with you I’ve been all this time.

[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.]