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]

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. ]