[ Dorian draws in a sharp breath, the way his name falls from Orym’s lips sending another rush of heat straight to his arousal. Once his shirt is opened he shrugs out of it, shivering at the feel of Orym’s hands across his skin. ]
Orym…oh, Orym…
[ He kisses lower down Orym’s body, his hands smoothing over strong thighs as he feels the shape of Orym’s length with his lips through the fabric of his pants. After a moment, though, he breathes a soft laugh. ]
These clothes must have been torture for you.
[ Dorian hadn’t minded them himself, but this style is certainly more restrictive than anything Orym is usually comfortable with. ]
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Orym…oh, Orym…
[ He kisses lower down Orym’s body, his hands smoothing over strong thighs as he feels the shape of Orym’s length with his lips through the fabric of his pants. After a moment, though, he breathes a soft laugh. ]
These clothes must have been torture for you.
[ Dorian hadn’t minded them himself, but this style is certainly more restrictive than anything Orym is usually comfortable with. ]