shattered - for makingmyway

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym can barely think straight. His mind is an utter mess, caught somewhere between rage and guilt and relief and then more guilt for that feeling. They've lost so much already in all of this, in chasing Predathos' threats. Fuck, he'd lost so much before he even knew what Predathos was.

That moment when they'd discovered sending spells were working once again, and he'd immediately tried to reach Dorian only to be met with silence, it had torn at something in him. The fear of what could have happened, of why the genasi wouldn't have answered him. He knew Dorian would have if he'd been able, so something must be wrong. Something had to be wrong. And it was. Gods he should have known better. He should have known better and done something, to keep the other man better protected.

But he couldn't protect him. He couldn't protect any of them. The latest loss was fresh and bitter and raw, and the halfling was ready to come apart from how completely he had failed. What was the point of him, what was the good of him, if he couldn't even keep the people he loved safe?

His come apart had to be postponed when they learned that Dorian had been captured though, because there was nothing else he could think about except the fact that they had to save the bard. He was already a shattered thing, and Orym didn't think he'd survive losing Dorian too. The genasi had been the only bright point left in his univeirse in many ways, and if he lost him without ever even telling him how much he meant to him. Well.

No, he couldn't live with himself.

He couldn't live.

The rescue had been, well, a bit desperate. The halfling had fought without hesitation or thought, a frenzy that left him blood-stained and only half aware of what he was even doing. But they'd gotten Dorian back. Alive.

He's been repeating that to himself over and over in his mind, and only that. Dorian is alive. Dorian is here.

They've retreated from Ruidus, taken shelter somewhere that, for the moment at least, seems safe. Everyone is their own brand of mess, and they're all barely hanging on. But they are hanging on.

Orym has been left with Dorian, to keep watch over the bard. The halfling hasn't spoken since the battle, and blood still stains his face and hands and clothes, and he doesn't seem to notice.]

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[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Shirt off. Success. Kiss? Success. Dorian leaving the bed, less ideal, but Orym supposes there are good reason for it, and thank gods it's the room with his things, though he is not above going through the others' packs to find something suitable if they had to.

He sits up just enough to watch Dorian, reaching out to let his fingers run up along the other man's side once he's close enough to touch once more. A twist of a smile over his lips at that remark.]

You're definitely right about that...

[Thankfully at least, he'd shed most of his actual armor when they'd settled in this place and deposited their things. It makes it significantly less complicated to reach back and pull his shirt off and over his head tossing it off the bed.]

Better?

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian hums, gently urging Orym to lie back on the bed before leaning over to press kisses down his chest. ]

Hmm…it’s a good start.

[ Then he continues lower, his teeth catching at the hem of Orym’s pants. He glances up to hold Orym’s gaze as he uses his teeth to slowly undo the ties of his trousers. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym settles back, entirely pliant. His breath catches softly as those lips kiss down along his chest. Fingers reach, find their way into long, silken hair, brushing it back from that handsome face.

Right until he meets Dorian's eyes, sees that glint in them and then finds himself choking on a groan as he watches the other man start working his trousers open with his teeth. That is entirely unfair. In the best possible way.]

[makingmyway]

[ The sound Orym makes earns a chuckle, low and deep in his throat, and once the ties are undone he gently tugs Orym pants down.

He leaves his small clothes on, though, in order to mouth at Orym’s hardening length in its confines, humming softly against the heated bulge. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym's fingers tighten into Dorian's hair, another moan slipping past his lips when that mouth goes exploring over his cock even through the fabric of his underthings. He'd been half hard already, and his arousal swelled beneath the attention of those plush lips.]

D...Dorian...

[He wonders if Dorian understands how devastatingly sexy he is, how he undoes Orym so completely.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian can’t help a moan of his own, the fingers in his hair sending a shock down his spine. But feeling Orym harden under his attention has him grinning, and as he finally draws Orym’s underwear down those graceful legs, he swore his tongue across the slit to taste the gathering of precome there. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym catches sight of that grin, and it is entirely too sexy an expression on the bard's face. It steals all the breath right out of his lungs, and his head falls back with a groan.]

I... ah..!

[Words are hard. So is Orym. This is the first time anyone besides himself has touched him in years and he's wanted Dorian so desperately for such a long while now, it's overwhelming in the best sort of way.]

[makingmyway]

[ He chuckles softly, dragging his tongue across the head of Orym’s cock again as he opens the vial and pours oil onto his hand, filling the air with its light scent.

Then he spreads Orym’s legs a little wider and settles between them, slowly circling an oiled finger around the rim of his entrance, before carefully pushing the fingertip inside at the same time he takes Orym’s length between his lips. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym shifts his legs apart eagerly. Already Dorian is going to be the death of him, and they've only just begun. His toes curl into the sheets beneath him at the press of that finger inside him.

His fingers are still buried in Dorian's hair, and he inadvertently pulls again as another soft sound slips past his lips.]

Gods I want you so much...

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian hums in eager agreement, letting the sound rumble over Orym’s cock. He lightly sucks on the hardened length as he slides his finger in further, wiggling it around and feeling the silken heat as he gently works Orym open. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym pants softly as his body gets used to the feeling, and oh it only stokes the need in him for more. For what it will feel like to have Dorian inside him, to move together with him, be joined so intimately.]

Please...

[makingmyway]

[ Another soft hum, and Dorian pulls off Orym’s cock with a wet pop. ]

Patience, love.

[ Even as he says that, he draws his finger out of the tight channel, and adding a second finger on the reentry. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[That obscene sound is hotter than it has any right to be, and Orym finds himself whining softly. Patience. Seems so much easier said than done right now.]

I'm being patient...

[No he's not. not even a little. His back arches as two fingers press in, stretching his hole further. Not enough yet. He knows it's not enough yet, but patience really is fraying and running thin.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian can feel how eager Orym is, how much he wants this, and it sends a rush of excitement through him as well. He scissors his two fingers to stretch Orym further, before adding a third finger and spreading them out. ]

Relax for me, Orym. You’re so tight.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[For all that Orym can be a stoic little thing, there's nothing of that in him right now. Soft, needing sounds keep spilling from his lips, half wordless little pleas.]

It's... it's been a long time since I...

[Since he's been with anyone, since he's wanted to be with anyone. But he takes a shaky breath and does try to relax.]

[makingmyway]

[ His smile softening, he leans up to capture Orym’s lips, shushing him gently. ]

I know, dear heart.

[ Or at least, he’d assumed that was the case. From what he knows of Orym, he’d suspected that the halfling hasn’t been with someone since he’d lost his husband. ]

But that’s why we need to take care. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[He hadn't really had much interest, and sort of assumed he wouldn't. Then he'd met Dorian, and his heart and his libido had other news for him entirely.

The halfling hums a soft sound into that kiss, the shushing. He exhales a shaky breath against those lips.]

You won't hurt me... 'm tougher than I look, and I trust you, Beautiful. And I want you.

[makingmyway]

[ His heart skips, sending heat rushing through him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nods and slowly withdraws his fingers. ]

I want you too, Orym. I’ve wanted you for so long.

[ Lining himself up at Orym’s entrance, he releases a slow breath before slowly pushing the tip of his cock inside. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym hears himself whimper as those fingers slip free, the sudden feeling of being empty and needing. Thankfully his Dorian isn't keeping him waiting any longer.

The halfling hooks one leg than the other over the other man's hips as Dorian positions himself. Then that slow, deliberate press until Orym feels his hole yield around the head of the genasi's cock, to allow him inside. He gasps for a breath that he exhales in a soft, wordless cry.]

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The halfling hooks one leg than the other over the other man's hips as Dorian positions himself. Then that slow, deliberate press until Orym feels his hole yield around the head of the genasi's cock, to allow him inside. He gasps for a breath that he exhales in a soft, wordless cry.]<s/mall>

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian groans as he slowly sinks into that velvet heat, feeling the way the muscles seem to hug his length. He pauses for a moment, letting Orym adjust to him as much as needing to adjust to the feeling. ]

A-Aaah…you feel so good around me, Orym…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym is panting softly as he feels Dorian sinking slowly inside him. And it's perfect. It's perfect and exquisite and it's not enough yet.

He wraps his arms around Dorian, holding himself close.]

You feel so good inside me... I'm so full of you, please...

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian groans softly, letting himself be pulled closer, which lets him sink his length deeper into Orym. Eventually he hilts himself into the halfling, his hips flush against that firm ass, and it sends another rush of excitement through him. ]

Oh, Orym…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Dorian...

[He breathes the other man's name like it's a prayer, groaning as he feels Dorian's hips resting flush to his ass, knowing that prick is buried fully inside him, knowing he is stretched near to his limit around that shaft, entirely full of him.]

Love you... so much... I...

[Words are hard, and he holds close to him, hooking his legs around Dorian's waist. He's a flexible little thing as Dorian will unlikely discover quite quickly.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian moans as Orym somehow manages to pull him even closer, those legs wrapping around his waist enough of a change that it feels like he’s buried deeper inside the halfling’s tight channel. ]

Love you too…so much.

[ Taking another moment, he then finally starts to move again, slowly rocking back to draw his length out until only the tip remains, before sinking back inside in a leisurely pace. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Those words are as arousing as each and every touch. To love and be loved in return, he wants that, wants everything of Dorian, to spend the rest of his life loving this incredible, beautiful, kind man.

When the genasi finally begins to move, Orym doesn't hold back the sound that slips past his lips, a wordless, ecstatic cry.]

Oh yes... please...