...OF THE ESTEEMED LORD DORIAN STORM, FIRST OF THEIR NAME, HAILING FROM THE REALM OF CRITICAL ROLE, RESIDING, AT PRESENT, IN THE GRAND CRESCENT. UNWED.
[Orym sees that playful look in Dorian's smile and his own smile widens in that moment before he brushes his lips to the bard's.]
I'd like that.
[More than like, really. His fingers curl into Dorian's hair, a tinge possessive as he kisses him again, lingering this time before murmuring to his lips.]
I told you about all the things I've fantasized about, mm?
[If Dorian had any lingering doubts about whether Orym was thoroughly ready for having taken that next step in their relationship, it's probably becoming very obvious that no, the halfling is exceptionally in on all this.]
[ Dorian’s breath hitches softly, the tightening of Orym’s fingers in his hair sending a shiver throughout his whole body. ]
You did, yes. I’m looking forward to getting to try them all out.
[ It’s becoming increasingly obvious, with the halfling sitting in his lap, that he was indeed telling the truth about how much he wants this. It finally eases the coil of anxiety in his stomach, turning it into a coil of simmering heat instead. ]
[Orym notices the hitch of that breath and allows himself a slight tug at Dorian's hair just to see if that earns him another reaction. He likes it, a little too much maybe.]
So am I. Very much.
[And the halfling is not planning on leaving this place in Dorian's lap. At all.]
[ The sound that rises from his throat this time is somewhere between a whimper and a moan, as the tug of his hair pulls his head back a bit and exposes more of his neck. It’s a peculiar sensation, because while he normally doesn’t like having his hair pulled, he finds that he’s liking this a bit more than he probably should.
Though that likely has more to do with who is pulling his hair. ]
[Oh. Oh that's beautiful. Orym feels his throat go tight, a shiver thrilling through him as well. He takes full advantage of that exposed neck to let his lips go wandering, leaving heated and lingering kisses against that graceful arch.]
Beautiful...
[He murmurs softly, like he can't possibly hold the thought in.]
[ A gasp this time, and Orym will feel Dorian’s throat bob as he swallows thickly, the heat searing his skin already leaving him a little breathless. ]
[The halfling smiles against Dorian's skin before letting his teeth scrape there, a slow and deliberate bite before he lifts his head enough to nuzzle at his jaw.]
I love you. So much.
[He murmurs softly.] I don't want you to ever feel like you have to doubt any part of that.
[ Dorian releases a shaky breath, his fingers tangling in the back of Orym’s shirt at the touch of his teeth. Then he moans when Orym bites him proper, which sends a pulse straight to his cock. ]
I love you too…so much. I never…never doubted that. I just didn’t want to…to push you for more than what you were ready for.
[Another gentle nuzzle at his jaw is followed with another scrape of his teeth there, another kiss, up towards Dorian's ear, slow and taking his time.]
[ With a soft sound, he meets Orym's gaze with a heated one of his own, his hands resting over Orym's and gently brushing his thumbs over his knuckles.
The question, though, does get a bit of a flush from him, and he nods towards one of the bedside tables. ]
I think...Maude might've got some things ready for us.
[ Which might explain the look she was giving Orym earlier. ]
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I'd like that.
[More than like, really. His fingers curl into Dorian's hair, a tinge possessive as he kisses him again, lingering this time before murmuring to his lips.]
I told you about all the things I've fantasized about, mm?
[If Dorian had any lingering doubts about whether Orym was thoroughly ready for having taken that next step in their relationship, it's probably becoming very obvious that no, the halfling is exceptionally in on all this.]
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You did, yes. I’m looking forward to getting to try them all out.
[ It’s becoming increasingly obvious, with the halfling sitting in his lap, that he was indeed telling the truth about how much he wants this. It finally eases the coil of anxiety in his stomach, turning it into a coil of simmering heat instead. ]
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So am I. Very much.
[And the halfling is not planning on leaving this place in Dorian's lap. At all.]
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Though that likely has more to do with who is pulling his hair. ]
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Beautiful...
[He murmurs softly, like he can't possibly hold the thought in.]
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A-Ah…Orym…
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I love you. So much.
[He murmurs softly.] I don't want you to ever feel like you have to doubt any part of that.
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I love you too…so much. I never…never doubted that. I just didn’t want to…to push you for more than what you were ready for.
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You're too good to me.
[He nips at his earlobe gently.]
Let me be good to you?
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Y-Yes…p-please, Orym…need you now…
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[Orym murmurs to Dorian's ear. It feels like he needs him as much as he needs each breath he takes. That groan sends a thrill through him once again.
He draws back to look at him with a smile, eyes bright and playful.]
Our real first time, yeah?
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Yeah…our real first time.
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[Very good. He tilts his chin up to meet that kiss. His hands settle against Dorian's chest, looking at him with undisguised desire and affection.]
Do you have anything we could use for...
[Well, for the more they couldn't do in the jungle.]
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The question, though, does get a bit of a flush from him, and he nods towards one of the bedside tables. ]
I think...Maude might've got some things ready for us.
[ Which might explain the look she was giving Orym earlier. ]