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[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. ]

A-Ah…Orym…

[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.]

You're too good to me.

[He nips at his earlobe gently.]

Let me be good to you?

[ 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…

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?

[ 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.

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.]

[ 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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