[Orym feels himself shiver at the endearment alone, the fact that he's somehow lucky enough to be Dorian's love. Aphrodisiac pollen or not, he certainly hasn't lost sight of that.
He lifts his hips to try to help Dorian taking his trousers off, groaning as his arousal is set free. His eyes widen, pupils blown as he watches Dorian, watches the way the other man leans in comes so close and stops.
And Orym lets his head fall back with a groan.]
Much... better. [Better yes but he needs so much more and that mouth is such a perfect temptation.] Gods, please...
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He lifts his hips to try to help Dorian taking his trousers off, groaning as his arousal is set free. His eyes widen, pupils blown as he watches Dorian, watches the way the other man leans in comes so close and stops.
And Orym lets his head fall back with a groan.]
Much... better. [Better yes but he needs so much more and that mouth is such a perfect temptation.] Gods, please...