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 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.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Dorian has the halfling unable to keep still, hips rocking towards those fingers as they stretch him further. He wants him again, gods he wants him again, but he can be patient at least a moment.

That said, he still feels himself thrill, a physical trembling of anticipation taking him as he feels the head of Dorian's cock at his entrance. He rocks his hips down against him, taking the opportunity to tease the both of them, letting Dorian's prick almost slip inside before drawing up, once, twice, again.]

I want to do them all... everything you've ever imagined. I want it.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian groans each time Orym moves away, trying to chase after him before grabbing his hips to hold him still so he can thrust up into him, a rising moan echoing throughout the chamber when he finally sinks back into that velvet heat. ]

Good…because I want them to do them all with you. I want you.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym gasps, as if he's surprised by Dorian stilling his teasing and thrusting inside him -- when he has very clearly been trying to tempt the bard into doing exactly that. He lets his head fall back with a groan of his own -- so full of him again, stretched around his cock.

His hands settle at Dorian's shoulders, down to trace over his chest, touching because gods he needs to touch him.]

You have me, all of me, however you want me. I want it too. Fuck.

[makingmyway]

[ Another low sound rumbles in his chest as he hilts himself inside Orym, and he leans forward to taste along that bared neck, his teeth grazing across the skin. ]

Good…because I want you right here, just like this.

[ He punctuates the sentence with a roll of his hips, a quick thrust in and out of the halfing. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym keens softly, his own hips rolling down to meet the motion of Dorian's hips as he found himself impaled once more on his rock. His fingers sink into long, soft hair, fisting into the strands.]

Ah..!

[Words fled in favor of a wordless moan, encouragement, a plea for more.]

Love you, beautiful. So much... you feel so good inside me. Need you to fill me up again and again.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian groans softly, his scalp tingling as Orym’s fingers tighten in his hair. He bucks his hips, thrusting in and out of the halfing in quick motions, as his teeth graze over the thrum of Orym’s pulse, nibbling and sucking until a mark blossoms on his skin. ]

I love you too. So much…so much it drives me you crazy. Gonna fuck you so much and so hard until you can’t think of anything else but my cock inside you.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym cries out as Dorian fucks him, voice echoing through the temple. He doesn't care to be quiet or subtle. Let their unseen audience hear him, see him, let them know how good Dorian makes him feel, how utterly lost for the other man he is.]

Oh fuck... Dorian..!

[The halfling's voice breaks on the genasi's name, the words Dorian speaks enough to have him tightening, clenching around his shaft in reaction, rolling his hips down to meet each upward thrust.]

Please, gods please fuck me hard.