...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.
[ There’s definitely something bothering Dorian, as much as he’s trying not to show it. Ever since he’d learned that there had been some kind of aphrodisiac pollen in the magical forest, he can’t help going over his and Orym’s…interaction through his mind.
He knows Orym loved him, he has no doubts about that. And his own feelings for the halfling aren’t in question. But had they really been ready to take that step in their relationship?
Had Orym really been ready?
So lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t even hear Orym’s arrival. Fortunately Maude does, and she opens the door to let him in with a bow. ]
[ There may or may not be a mischievous glint in Maude’s eyes as she steps aside to let Orym enter, but that might just be the light reflecting off her glasses.
The room is spacious enough that she leads Orym further in, but it isn’t difficult to see Dorian pacing the floor of his room. ]
My lord, Lord Orym is here to see you.
[ The Genasi startles a bit, finally looking up to see Orym and Maude. ]
A-Ah yes, thank you…Maude.
Of course. Please let me know if you need anything.
[ Then with another bow, the Imogen-lookalike takes her leave. ]
[Orym sees that glint and wonders at it, but he follows along regardless because, well, Dorian. He catches sight of the bard pacing and yeah, okay, something is bothering him. It's time to get to the bottom of this.
Once Maude has gone, Orym looks back to the other man and nods.]
...it's a little creepy.
[But more importantly.]
Come sit down? I brought snacks. And... I thought we could talk.
[Orym answers, honestly, sparing a moment to slip his sword and shield from his back, setting them down out of the way. He hesitates a moment before doing the same with the cravat around his neck and his vest.
That done, he walks over to Dorian, reaching up to take his hand and lead him over towards the bed so they can both sit down.]
But there's something on your mind, so I want to hear about it. Talk to me?
[ Orym might feel Dorian walking a bit stiffly as they step towards the bed, and he sits a bit straighter than probably necessary when he lowers himself onto the mattress.
He doesn’t say anything for a moment, though, and seems to be looking at anywhere but Orym. And at first it doesn’t seem like he’s going to say anything, or at least still try to deny anything wrong. But eventually he sighs. ]
…Have…Have you heard anything about that…greenhouse…jungle thing we were in a few days ago?
[Dorian not looking at him sets something in deep unease in the halfling, and he turns to face him, cross-legged, hands folded in his lap. There's a faint frown on his face, waiting to see if Dorian will say something.
And then he does. The halfling starts to shake his head. But... ah. He can guess what Dorian is getting at.]
It was hard to realize what was happening in the moment. But it does make sense, thinking about it now.
[ As much as he’d had fantasies about that very thing, he’d never felt such an intensity for it like that.
The question receives an immediate shake of his head. ] No…! I… [ He pauses, takes a breath, and tries again. ] I don’t know if I’d have been as forward as that, but I don’t regret what we did.
[ He hesitates, his gaze focusing on his hands resting in his lap. ]
[Orym reaches out to settle a hand against Dorian's knee, gently.]
I could never regret being with you, no matter how it happened or where it happened.
[The halfling scoots closer now.] I have wanted you... I still want you.
[There's the start of a blush on his face as he continues.] I didn't want to rush you into anything, but aphrodisiac or not, I don't regret a moment of it.
[ The hand on his knee finally startles him to look up at Orym, and he’s quiet as he searches Orym’s face, looking for…something.
Then he gently takes Orym’s hand in his, brushing a kiss over his knuckles. ]
I’ve wanted you too. I still do. But I didn’t want to rush you either. I was just waiting for you to be ready, since I…figured it’s been a while for you.
[ If he knows Orym as well as he thinks he does, then it’s been a few years. ]
[Years, yes. Since Will died. He'd lost himself for a long while after that, in grief, in guilt for being the one still alive, in not knowing where he belonged anymore. Part of him wasn't certain the desire was still in him, that his heart could ever mend enough to love again.
Then he'd met Dorian, and everything changed. He's wanted him, all of him, a reawakened capacity for desire, for need.]
I love you, Dorian. I want to be with you in every way possible.
[His fingers shift in Dorian's hold to brush along his cheek.]
There were a lot of people in that greenhouse you know. I thought I was going to burn up from how it made me feel, but if I hadn't found you, I would've just burned up. I didn't do anything I didn't want to do, hadn't been wanting to do. Just... had a little extra encouragement.
[ He'd had a feeling that Orym hasn't been physically intimate with anyone since the death of his husband. It was why he'd been willing to wait for Orym to be ready, because that did feel like a pretty important thing.
But as Orym's hand finds his cheek, he can't help leaning into the touch, his eyes sliding closed as he releases a shaky breath. ]
I love you too, Orym. I've certainly thought about this before, I just...was waiting for you. And I was worried that maybe this was too much of a push.
[There he is. Orym's expression softens, and he lets his hand linger there before he invites himself into Dorian's space to straddle his lap. He lets his hand fall away to catch in the fabric of the bard's shirt.]
I was waiting for you. This... us... it's important.
[So he wanted to do things right. All of it right.]
Thing is though, I don't know if we should really count that as our real first time. There was interference. I think we should get a do-over. Maybe in a bed. Less humidity, more pillows.
[ Dorian's eyes open again when Orym moves into his lap, his heart skipping in his chest as his arms automatically wrap around the halfling's waist to hold him closer, to feel the warmth of his body against his.
But the words get a surprised laugh from him, and he rests his forehead against Orym's, taking a moment just to breathe him in. ]
Yeah? I think that sounds fair. Someplace a little more comfortable...have a chance to take our time with things, yeah?
[Orym doesn't try to hide how thrilled he is by the sound of that laugh. He leans into Dorian, winding his arms around his neck as their foreheads come to rest together. THere. This is better. Dorian seems less weighed down by worry, and Orym is basking in the warmth of those arms around him.
He nods.]
Take our time, enjoy every moment of it, learn what we like best.
[He's just going to help himself to freeing Dorian's hair from its tie so he can run his fingers through it properly.]
Hold each other after without worrying about poison ivy or someone walking in on us.
[ Dorian shivers as the rest of his hair falls around his face and shoulders and Orym's fingers start to comb through it, sending an almost tingling sensation across his scalp.
Then his smile turns a bit more playful as he tilts his head up a bit for a quick kiss. ]
Maybe even...do a bit more than we did before?
[ Because as unprepared for such a tryst as they were, their options at the time had been a bit limited. But there were more things they could do now. ]
[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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He knows Orym loved him, he has no doubts about that. And his own feelings for the halfling aren’t in question. But had they really been ready to take that step in their relationship?
Had Orym really been ready?
So lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t even hear Orym’s arrival. Fortunately Maude does, and she opens the door to let him in with a bow. ]
Greetings, Lord Orym.
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Hello Maude. [Somewhere, across dimensions and worlds and planes, Imogen is twitching and doesn't know what.]
Is Dorian here? I have something for him.
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[ There may or may not be a mischievous glint in Maude’s eyes as she steps aside to let Orym enter, but that might just be the light reflecting off her glasses.
The room is spacious enough that she leads Orym further in, but it isn’t difficult to see Dorian pacing the floor of his room. ]
My lord, Lord Orym is here to see you.
[ The Genasi startles a bit, finally looking up to see Orym and Maude. ]
A-Ah yes, thank you…Maude.
Of course. Please let me know if you need anything.
[ Then with another bow, the Imogen-lookalike takes her leave. ]
…I am never getting used to that.
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Once Maude has gone, Orym looks back to the other man and nods.]
...it's a little creepy.
[But more importantly.]
Come sit down? I brought snacks. And... I thought we could talk.
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[ He can only hope Imogen never shows up here, because unintentional or not, he knows that she would kill him for this.
He can’t help tensing a little, his heart feeling like it stops at Orym’s words. ]
Y-Yeah…? About what?
[ Oh gods, is this it? Is this the conversation he’s been dreading? ]
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[Orym answers, honestly, sparing a moment to slip his sword and shield from his back, setting them down out of the way. He hesitates a moment before doing the same with the cravat around his neck and his vest.
That done, he walks over to Dorian, reaching up to take his hand and lead him over towards the bed so they can both sit down.]
But there's something on your mind, so I want to hear about it. Talk to me?
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He doesn’t say anything for a moment, though, and seems to be looking at anywhere but Orym. And at first it doesn’t seem like he’s going to say anything, or at least still try to deny anything wrong. But eventually he sighs. ]
…Have…Have you heard anything about that…greenhouse…jungle thing we were in a few days ago?
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And then he does. The halfling starts to shake his head. But... ah. He can guess what Dorian is getting at.]
The pollen?
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So you know it was some kind of…aphrodisiac?
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[Like he was burning from the inside out, like every touch of anything against his skin felt like it might overwhelm him completely.
It's beginning to make sense what's been bothering Dorian.]
I guess we were both swept up in it. [A hesitation, and now Orym sounds concerned.] Do you regret what happened?
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[ As much as he’d had fantasies about that very thing, he’d never felt such an intensity for it like that.
The question receives an immediate shake of his head. ] No…! I… [ He pauses, takes a breath, and tries again. ] I don’t know if I’d have been as forward as that, but I don’t regret what we did.
[ He hesitates, his gaze focusing on his hands resting in his lap. ]
But I…I worry that you might.
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I could never regret being with you, no matter how it happened or where it happened.
[The halfling scoots closer now.] I have wanted you... I still want you.
[There's the start of a blush on his face as he continues.] I didn't want to rush you into anything, but aphrodisiac or not, I don't regret a moment of it.
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Then he gently takes Orym’s hand in his, brushing a kiss over his knuckles. ]
I’ve wanted you too. I still do. But I didn’t want to rush you either. I was just waiting for you to be ready, since I…figured it’s been a while for you.
[ If he knows Orym as well as he thinks he does, then it’s been a few years. ]
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[Years, yes. Since Will died. He'd lost himself for a long while after that, in grief, in guilt for being the one still alive, in not knowing where he belonged anymore. Part of him wasn't certain the desire was still in him, that his heart could ever mend enough to love again.
Then he'd met Dorian, and everything changed. He's wanted him, all of him, a reawakened capacity for desire, for need.]
I love you, Dorian. I want to be with you in every way possible.
[His fingers shift in Dorian's hold to brush along his cheek.]
There were a lot of people in that greenhouse you know. I thought I was going to burn up from how it made me feel, but if I hadn't found you, I would've just burned up. I didn't do anything I didn't want to do, hadn't been wanting to do. Just... had a little extra encouragement.
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But as Orym's hand finds his cheek, he can't help leaning into the touch, his eyes sliding closed as he releases a shaky breath. ]
I love you too, Orym. I've certainly thought about this before, I just...was waiting for you. And I was worried that maybe this was too much of a push.
But if you're sure it's all right...
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I was waiting for you. This... us... it's important.
[So he wanted to do things right. All of it right.]
Thing is though, I don't know if we should really count that as our real first time. There was interference. I think we should get a do-over. Maybe in a bed. Less humidity, more pillows.
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But the words get a surprised laugh from him, and he rests his forehead against Orym's, taking a moment just to breathe him in. ]
Yeah? I think that sounds fair. Someplace a little more comfortable...have a chance to take our time with things, yeah?
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He nods.]
Take our time, enjoy every moment of it, learn what we like best.
[He's just going to help himself to freeing Dorian's hair from its tie so he can run his fingers through it properly.]
Hold each other after without worrying about poison ivy or someone walking in on us.
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Then his smile turns a bit more playful as he tilts his head up a bit for a quick kiss. ]
Maybe even...do a bit more than we did before?
[ Because as unprepared for such a tryst as they were, their options at the time had been a bit limited. But there were more things they could do now. ]
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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. ]