[Orym smiles at the sight of that blush, charmed to no end by Dorian. This is hardly new, though the smile is shaken away by a moan in the next moment at the words, at feeling of that mouth still playing along him, so close and so far with the fabric of his pants in between.
His lips part around a catch of breath and he nods.]
Please? Gods, Dorian... please...
[Because he certainly feels more confined than ever now given the way his cock is responding to Dorian's attention.]
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His lips part around a catch of breath and he nods.]
Please? Gods, Dorian... please...
[Because he certainly feels more confined than ever now given the way his cock is responding to Dorian's attention.]