[Where Taryon would usually grip Dorian's hair while he kissed his cock, here, on his back, with the bard doing most of the work, he finds that he enjoys this new position. There's no need to worry about Dorian being fast enough; he keeps kissing him, licking him, and holding him as it hardens and twitches.
His moans are quiet, and he mutters Dorian's name each time he reaches the tip.] It's good, oh gods, Dorian...
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His moans are quiet, and he mutters Dorian's name each time he reaches the tip.] It's good, oh gods, Dorian...