[ Orym stirring is what first rouse Dorian from slumber, but it’s the firm heat pressed against his stomach that really pulls him to consciousness. Blinking his eyes open, he yawns and gives Orym a sleepy smile. ]
Morning.
[ It certainly is the nicest morning he’s had in a while. He’d missed being able to wake up with Orym in his arms.
Sucking in a breath at the gentle pressure to his length, he shudders and pulls Orym closer. ]
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Morning.
[ It certainly is the nicest morning he’s had in a while. He’d missed being able to wake up with Orym in his arms.
Sucking in a breath at the gentle pressure to his length, he shudders and pulls Orym closer. ]
Mm, I think that’s manageable.