[ Dorian shivers a little, feeling Orym’s hand trailing down his body even through the layer of clothes. When the hand stops at his trousers, he draws in another sharp breath. ]
Y-Yeah… [ Reaching up, he rests his hand on top of Orym’s. ] Can’t wait to see what you’ve got in mind.
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Y-Yeah… [ Reaching up, he rests his hand on top of Orym’s. ] Can’t wait to see what you’ve got in mind.