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]

[ 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.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian groans, a low sound that rumbles in his chest as he feels Orym’s walls tighten around him. Gripping the halfling’s hips, he pounds into him over and over, the water sloshing over the sides of the tub from the near furious pace as he tries to angle his thrusts to hit that sweet spot inside him. ]

Fuck, Orym…you feel so good around me. Like you were made for my cock.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[That growl does something to Orym on some instinctual primal level that he had not been previously aware that he had. It stirs the heat that is already threatening to consume him and fans it all the hotter, until things like coherent thought are so far beyond him.

His voice breaks in a sob of pleasure as Dorian finds the angle he's looking for. Orym half claws at his shoulders, nails digging into skin for purchase, to hold on for dear life. Another shiver at the words, wonderfully filthy and exactly what he wants to hear.]

I was... I wa smade for you, for your cock. Gods, you're perfect... so big,, I'm so full of you. I can't... I'm so close... [The words are tumbling out of him now, punctuated with whimpered groans, pleasured gasps as they make an absolute mess of the bathing chamber.]

[makingmyway]

[ Something burns deep in his gut at the sounds Orym makes as he’s lost to pleasure, and a thrill shooting through him as he feels the bite of those nails. He angles himself, making sure to hit Orym’s prostate with each thrust, wanting to send him over the the edge. ]

Come for me, Orym. Let me see you.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym obeys, unable to hold out any longer, not with the way Dorian has found that angle, not with the constant assault on his prostate, with sight and feel and sound of the other man.

He finds himself in free fall, passage clamping down around Dorian's cock as if eager to feel him come as well, needing it. His small, lean form trembles as he comes, spilling himself between them, much of it caught by the water, but some striping his skin, Dorian's. Nails dig in harder as he holds on for absolute dear life.]

Dorian... do it... come inside me.

[makingmyway]

[ He can’t help but just watch a moment as Orym is lost to the pleasure, the way the halfling's body is overcome with it. It’s such a captivating sight, and his heart swells knowing that he’s the one that can bring him to such a state.

A groan rumbles in his chest at the vice grip of Orym’s passage on his length, and the words are more than enough to send him over the edge as well. He thrusts into him a few more times, hitting as deep as he can, and finally spills over, Orym’s name on his lips as he paints the halfling’s insides with his seed. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym whimpers once more as he feels Dorian spill inside him, feels those final thrusts that drive the other man's prick deep, so deep inside him. He gasps once more before tipping forward in a breathless, boneless pile of halfling, tucking himself up against Dorian's chest.

He relaxes his grip, hands soothing almost apologetically over the marks his nails have left, lines and indented halfmoons on Dorian's beautiful skin.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian takes a few shuddering breaths, his heart pounding in his chest sending the pleasure still coursing through him. When Orym settles against him, his arms automatically wrap around the smaller body, holding him close as he settles back into himself.

Feeling Orym’s fingers soothe over the marks in his skin sends another shiver down his spine, something thrilling in knowing that there are physical reminders of their time together. He responds by pressing a kiss to the top of Orym’s forehead, not at all upset over them. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Eventually the fighter seems to remember himself and shifts in Dorian's arms, enough to turn his head and press a kiss against his jawline. Affection is so easy, so natural now, now that they've both managed to spill secrets and actually speak about them.

He's sated and pleasantly tired, but he's certain -- by the band still quite secure around his throat -- that this little ritual is nowhere near done with them. So maybe that's why he adds, spoken just by Dorian's ear.]

Next time... let me fuck you?

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian can’t help a pleased hum, turning his head to catch Orym’s lips, holding him close to deepen the kiss. He’s surprised with himself by how easy it is to exchange such gestures, but maybe it’s because it’s all he’s wanted to do for so long.

Even though they’re still sitting in the bathtub, he’s close to dozing a bit, pleasantly satisfied. But Orym’s words have him alert once again, his heart skipping at the mental image that it leaves his throat dry. ]

Mm…Y-Yeah…I…I think I’d like that.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

You will. I promise.

[Orym assures him, apparently fully confident in his abilities in this matter. There's a cockiness in his voice, even though a hint of laughter at himself infiltrates his tone as well.

He catches the bard's earlobe between his teeth with a gentle little nip.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian laughs softly, even as the light nip sends a shiver through his body. Then his arms tighten around Orym’s body, holding him close. ]

A-All right…I think we should probably get out of the tub now, at least.

[ Before they end up going another round there. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Yeah, yeah that's probably a good idea.

[Because otherwise they absolutely will. And they should probably dry off and eat something before they went for another go at it. There's even a fairly comfortable bedding set up they could take advantage of.]

Come on, beautiful.

[He moves to reluctantly extract himself from Dorian's arms -- reluctant even if he's the one who's initiated it.]

[makingmyway]

[ Fortunately they can at least delay having to separate for a little while longer, as Dorian keeps Orym in his arms as he finally rises and steps out of the tub. It’s only then that he finally puts the halfling down, in order to grab the towels and robes placed nearby, handing some to Orym in order to dry off. ]