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 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. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym moves closer eagerly, molding himself up against Dorian so that there isn't a sliver of space left between them, losing himself in the taste of the bard's lips, in all of him. He loses a groan to the kiss as that hand finds his ass.

He drew back from the kiss just far enough to speak, voice husky and breathless with the desire that is once more becoming overwhelming.]

I'm still open and ready for you...

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian devours that groan, doing his best to kiss the halfling senseless.

When Orym draws back though he take a shuddering breath, which turns into a soft growl at the other’s words, his fingers carefully slipping between his cheeks to brush against his entrance. ]

You’re sure…?

[ Even as the heat is beginning to once again burn through him, he has enough sense to ask at least, worried he might have been a bit rough on the halfling just moments before.

Despite Orym having asked for it. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[A shiver of his own as those fingers tease at his hole, but he can't help a smile as his sweet, careful lover poses that question. It's one of the things that had drawn him to Dorian, how kind and concerned for others he is.]

Yeah.

[He assures him. And yes, Dorian had been a little rough with him, but given that Orym had begged him for it, he has no regrets about it. So maybe he won't be walking straight for a few days; it's more than worth it in the halfling's opinion.

He drops a hand between them until his fingers find their way around Dorian's length.]

Never more certain in my life.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian inhales sharply, his cock twitching as soon as Orym’s fingers wrap around it. With a groan he captures Orym’s lips again, kissing him deeply as one of his fingers slip into that heated passage. ]

All right, love.

You better be careful, though, otherwise I’ll be inclined to fuck you all night long.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym gasps softly as that finger works its way inside him, leaning into the kiss. He strokes his hand along the genasi's length, slow and deliberately teasing. He breaks from that kiss with the start of a grin.]

Was that supposed to be a threat, beautiful?

[Because to Orym it sounded like a challenge, and he wasn't one to turn down a challenge. Especially one that sounded entirely too appealing to pass up.]

We have lost time to make up for.

[Since both of them had been silently pining for the other for a while now.]

[makingmyway]

[ Orym is still pretty open, Dorian finds, but he still slips a second finger in to stretch him just a little more, just to be sure. The halfling is distracting though, as a shudder runs through his body as Orym strokes his length, which hardens so quickly that it leaves him a little lightheaded.

He does manage a chuckle at Orym’s words, breathless as it is. ]

You do make a very good point. [ Withdrawing his fingers, he then lines himself up with Orym’s entrance. ] There’s been so many things I’ve wanted to do with you, after all.