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[makingmyway]

CORRESPONDENCE

...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.

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[makingmyway]

[ He groans, and he can’t help rolling his body into Orym’s as the halfling slowly works him up with nothing so far but his teeth. ]

Y-Yes…p-please, Orym…need you now…

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

I need you too...

[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?

[makingmyway]

[ Meeting Orym’s gaze, he can’t help a smile of his own as he nods, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. ]

Yeah…our real first time.

[bigmoonlittlemoon]

Good.

[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.]

[makingmyway]

[ 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. ]