[ Dorian smiles, pressing more open-mouthed kisses to Orym’s confined arousal. ]
Of course, love.
[ As if he could ever deny Orym anything.
Even so, he toys with the fastening of Orym’s pants before opening them, and then takes his time to draw the trousers down Orym’s legs, inch by painstaking inch, until he can finally remove them completely.
Then Dorian meets Orym’s eyes as he hovers close to the pulsing length, centimeters over the head so that when he speaks the words ghost over the tip. ]
no subject
Of course, love.
[ As if he could ever deny Orym anything.
Even so, he toys with the fastening of Orym’s pants before opening them, and then takes his time to draw the trousers down Orym’s legs, inch by painstaking inch, until he can finally remove them completely.
Then Dorian meets Orym’s eyes as he hovers close to the pulsing length, centimeters over the head so that when he speaks the words ghost over the tip. ]
Feel better~?