[There's an undeniably pleased sound as Orym welcomes that kiss deeper. His arms wind more securely around Dorian's neck, legs wrapping around his waist. He's thoroughly forgotten that they're out in the open in some sort of magical rain forest. That seems like some minor detail that pales in comparison to the taste of the other man's lips.
His hands find their way to Dorian's collar, fingers finding the fastenings of his shirt and starting to work it undone, the sudden need to let his hands roam over warm skin.]
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His hands find their way to Dorian's collar, fingers finding the fastenings of his shirt and starting to work it undone, the sudden need to let his hands roam over warm skin.]