...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.
[ 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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[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. ]