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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[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...

[makingmyway]

[ It has his heart soaring, seeing Orym so lost in pleasure. Knowing that he felt the same, that they could be together like this. He wanted nothing more than to stay by Orym’s side, always.

He shudders as he rocks in and out of Orym, feeling the way the muscles almost cling to his cock with each thrust. ]

You feel so good, Orym. So tight around me…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym cries out his name like he's praying to some deity that he's ready to dedicate his life to. And in a way he is. Dorian has saved his heart, shown him how much there is still worth living for, shown him that he's still capable of loving him.]

So good... gods... Dorian... harder, please. More.

[makingmyway]

[ The way his name falls from Orym’s lips sends a shock of warmth spreading throughout his body, filling both his heart and his cock. And he found himself filled with the desire to take care of this other man, to love and protect him, to bring him happiness always. ]

As you wish.

[ He can never deny Orym anything, so he thrusts into the smaller body harder, his pace increasing as he searches for that sweet spot that will have Orym singing. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym looks up at him, pupils blown wide so that only the thinnest halo of green was visible, looking at Dorian as if the other man is the most beautiful sight he's ever seen. And heaven help him, he is.

He clings to him as the other man moves, rocking with each thrust, hips surging to meet each movement, and when Dorian finds that perfect angle, Orym keens out his name, fingers finding their way to fist in long hair, to grip and tug before he realizes what he's doing.]

Dorian..! Yes!

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian’s breath hitches as his head tilts back, the tug on his hair causing his pace to stutter a moment. But with a soft growl in his throat he resumes thrusting, harder and angles to strike Orym’s prostate each time. ]

That’s it, Orym…you’re amazing, you know?

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym is half sobbing Dorian's name in pleasure now as they move together. He knows he can't last, knows this can't last, but he tries to hold out and hold on, to linger in the building ecstasy, in the knowledge that Dorian is buried so deeply inside him and that they're joined as closely as they can be while still existing in separate bodies.

He clings to him, leaning up, lips grazing along the other man's jaw.]

So are you... Dorian... so good I can't... I'm so close...

[Even without a touch to his own arousal, save for the exquisite friction of the drag against the genasi's taut abdomen with each movement they make.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian runs his hands down Orym’s legs, spreading them a bit wider before hooking them behind his knees, pressing them to his chest and folding him in half as he continues thrusting deep into the halfling. ]

Let go, Orym…I want to see you overcome with pleasure…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Those words, how could he refuse? His voice catches once again on a groan, breathless and needing.]

Dorian... Dorian I...

[And he does let go, letting himself go tumbling over that edge. His back arches sharply as he spills himself between them. His muscles tighten around the shaft still inside him, as if he can pull Dorian further inside him, can milk the other man's orgasm from him as well.]

[makingmyway]

[ He watches a moment, completely enraptured as Orym finds his release, the white hot seed splashing across them both. Seeing the halfing so lost in pleasure sends heat pulsing through his own body, especially as those muscles tighten around his length.

With a low groan, he thrusts a few more times into the hot channel around him, chasing his own end until he tumbles after Orym, crying out the halfling’s name as he paints his insides white. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym's lips are parted around another whimper of Dorian's name, as he looks up at him, half dazed in the haze of pleasure as his climax still shakes its way through him. He cries out softly as Dorian continues moving, head falling back against the bed as he feels Dorian spill inside him, a shiver thrilling through him.

He's so full of him.]

Mm... Dorian, love... that was... you were.... so good.

[makingmyway]

[ Breathing raggedly, Dorian half collapses on top of Orym, though manages to catch himself from completely crushing the halfling. Glancing down at the handsome man beneath him, he gently strokes his stomach. ]

So were you, Orym…so good for me…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[Orym is not complaining about Dorian on top of him, would not complain about being crushed if it was by this beautiful man. It's grounding really, to have Dorian so close, still inside him, the weight of the other on.

His breathing is slowly coming back to normal, heart still racing.]

I love you. I love you so much...

[makingmyway]

[ His heart flips in his chest, and he leans down to capture Orym’s lips in a sweet kiss. ]

I love you too…so much…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

[He tilts his chin up to meet that kiss, leaning up to prolong it, to seek out another then another.]

Stay with me tonight?

[They've spent so many nights together, but this is different isn't it? They can spend the night in each other's arms with the full intentionality of it, with the knowing that this love is shared and returned and true.]

[makingmyway]

[ He is more than happy to give him as many kisses as Orym wants, returning each leisurely. ]

Mm…I would love nothing more.

[ It is certainly different, staying with each other knowing that their feelings are the same. And he wants to bask in the warmth of them a bit longer, wants to feel close to Orym, to love and be loved by him. ]

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Thank you...

[A soft smile on his features, a gentle sort of happiness that has been so long absent. Things have been dangerous and frightening and stressful, and he's felt like he was breaking. Something is starting to feel like it's mending in him, a little bit, like maybe he can heal. Maybe they both can, because gods know they've both been through hell.]

My Dorian... [He murmurs quietly.]

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian shakes his head, curling around Orym and holding him close as he carefully shifts their bodies so they can lie together. ]

I think I should be thanking you.

[ Things certainly have been difficult, but being back with Orym has been soothing something in him that he hadn’t realized was torn until now. ]

I’m here for you…my Orym…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Yours...

[Orym agrees, a vow in its own right as he melts into Dorian, settling close against him, basking in the warmth of having him close.]

I'm here for you too. Things are... I don't know what we're going to be facing. But being with you makes me feel like I'm strong enough for it.

[makingmyway]

[ Dorian nods, the action burying his face into Orym’s hair further. ]

Whatever happens… I know I can face anything, as long as we’re together.