[Orym is panting softly himself, opening his eyes to fix on Dorian. His pupils are blown wide, only a thin halo of green visible as he looks at the other man, gaze roaming over familiar, devastatingly handsome features.]
Dorian...
[He murmurs back to him, soft, but echoing with the need that has taken over. His fingers tracing their way down his chest, working buttons undone as he goes.]
Gods, Dorian... I need you. [Need isn't even a strong enough word.]
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Dorian...
[He murmurs back to him, soft, but echoing with the need that has taken over. His fingers tracing their way down his chest, working buttons undone as he goes.]
Gods, Dorian... I need you. [Need isn't even a strong enough word.]