[ Dorian bit his bottom lip, as if debating on how rough he wanted - or needed - to be. Then, bracing his husband against him, he rolled to flip them over, pinning Orym to the bed, easily enveloping him.
Even so, he hesitated, despite the near feverish tremble in his body, as he cupped Orym’s cheek. ]
I-If it starts to hurt, you tell me. All right?
[ A part of him worried that, even then, he’d be too far gone to stop. But he would try for Orym, no matter what his body was doing. ]
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Even so, he hesitated, despite the near feverish tremble in his body, as he cupped Orym’s cheek. ]
I-If it starts to hurt, you tell me. All right?
[ A part of him worried that, even then, he’d be too far gone to stop. But he would try for Orym, no matter what his body was doing. ]