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The fever didn’t go away with Fearne’s (reluctant) healing, and Dorian knows that he is in hot water. It would be half a day before they could smell the heat on him; as far as they all know he is a beta and he’d love to keep it that way but suppressant potions are hard to find in Zeprah and he’s been trying to ask quietly with no luck.
Finally, he takes Orym aside. It is no small feat to get any alone time with the uneager leader of their pack. Orym looks suspicious as they close the door to a bedroom in the cottage they rented. Three rooms are a lucky find, and Dariax has been keeping Opal company while she hides the effects of her recent development.
“What’s going on Dorian? You’re jumpy and you smell like fear and cupcakes.” Orym says. Dorian practically whimpers as Orym described him as smelling anything sweet.
He takes a deep unnecessary breath, stomach a whirlwind of butterflies, and anxiety he blurts out, “I’m going into heat soon and I don’t know what to do about it.”
Orym blinks twice and nods. “Do you want to tell the rest of the pack or should I find you somewhere private and away from them for the next week? I can probably make something up about needing to visit home.”
“You’re not mad at me for lying?” Dorian asks anxiously.
“Why would I be mad? You just let us assume, and I presume you had suppressants for your heats before.” Orym pats his hand, “I understand why you would want to keep this secret, thank you for trusting me.” Orym smiles and takes Dorian’s hand in his own. “What do you need to be comfortable?”
“They can know, I trust them now.” Dorian looks down and asks softly, “Will you stay with me?’
Orym is quiet a moment before asking, “I’m going to need you to be more specific than that Dorian.”
Swallowing heavily, Dorian looks down, “Will you assist me in the more… physical aspects of heat? It’s too late for suppressants.”
“I can try, I’m not sure I’ll satisfy you, Dorian.” Orym looks, for the first time Dorian’s ever seen, self-conscious.
"Orym, I can't imagine a world where you don't satisfy me," the words are out of Dorian's mouth before he can stop himself.
"I can at least help." Orym agrees and asks, "The smaller room is probably fine, we will want to hole up in there. Why don't you gather the bedding and make it cozy and I'll go shopping and talk to the others." Orym offers to do all the hard parts and Dorian appreciates it as he nods in agreement.
"Where is your laundry?" he asks, blushing further.
"Basket under the bed in the big room with Fearne's, she won't mind if you were rooting around in there." Orym reaches between them slowly and rests a hand on the back of Dorian's neck pulling him down just a little. "I'm going to take good care of you, it will be okay." Biting back a whimper Dorian heads off to get his nest situated.
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When Orym finally returns to the room laden with his purchases Dorian is already in bed, curled up in the ring of blankets, sheets, pillows, Orym's laundry, and whatever soft fabric Dorian could sneak away.
"You made such a good nest!" Orym declares as he sets down the bags and begins unloading them. Food goes on top of the low dresser and the large decanter of water beside it. He stows one bag next to the bed and from the other he carefully removes three potions, handing one over to Dorian and saying "contraceptive." He downs his and waits for Dorian who, blushing, sits and takes his, the cool and honey-flavored drink going down smoothly.
Orym sets three potions on the bedside table and then the familiar color and shape of a healing potion.
"What's the healing potion for?" Dorian asks, looking worried.
"If I leave marks instinctively." He says, meaning if he bites. Dorian shuddersin delight, some primal part of his brain excited by the prospect.
"You can claim me." He says softly.
"That's something you should decide when you're of clear mind, Dorian.” Dorian nods even as he wants to say more.
"I'm so warm." Dorian declares feeling overwhelmed by his clothing but holding on.
"Let's get you situated," Orym says, crawling into the bed, over the wall of clothing, and next to Dorian. Dorian changed into soft sleep clothing before Orym returned, even if he was sure he'd be naked soon enough. It is nice to start this way, even if his body's urges are starting to build.
Orym leans back against the headboard and the pile of pillows Dorian has arranged carefully there. "Come here." He pats his chest and waits as Dorian crawls across the bed to him. He curls up against Orym's small chest and waist. Playing with his hair soft and gentle, Orym asks, "How do you want this to go?"
"The way it usually does."
"What does that mean?" Orym asks firmly, voice all gravel and insistence.
Dorian looks away. "You do what you need to do to finish and knot me, and then I spend time recovering and resting. Then we do it again," He explains, before he shrugs still looking away from Orym.
"Is that really how it's gone for you?"
"That or I'm alone and sequestered. That's how it was at home. Traveling I've been taking suppressants, I just ran out and couldn't find any here."
"I am sorry, I wish I'd known." His voice is tight, strained by the realization that this had never been good for Dorian.
"Well, I was trying to keep you all from thinking of me as weak and a burden to the group." He sighs, "The jig is up I guess. Zephrah is nice, I guess I could stay here…"
"Why would we not want to travel with you any longer?" Orym asks, his hands unintentionally grasping at Dorian's loose top.
"I'm a liability," Dorian explains looking down.
"So we ensure you get suppressants when you want them, or we get you safe places to ride out your heat when you don't," Orym says it like it’s simple.
"It's too hard for most people to work around," Dorian says softly.
"Since when are we most people? Come on Dorian you've met us." Orym sounds exasperated.
Dorian is quiet for a moment wrapped up in Orym. "How does this go in your experience?"
"When my mate was in heat before I doted on him and made sure that he was pampered and did my best to keep up with his needs. It isn't about me." Orym hugs Dorian close. "Would that be okay?"
"No one has ever…"
"... There's always a first time," Orym says softly.
"I don't want to be a bother."
"Then let me take care of you."
Dorian pauses for a long moment. "Okay."
Relaxing against Dorian just a little, Orym asks softly. "May I start by kissing you? We don't have to be that fond if it makes you uncomfortable, but it's what I know."
"I'd like that a lot."
So Orym hooks fingers under Dorian's chin and draws him in slowly. And before Dorian can process what is happening they are kissing. Orym's lips are chapped and warm, there are slight impressions of his teeth fading from his bottom lip and he opens readily when Dorian awkwardly presses closer.
Then there is the blessed gift of the taste of his mouth. Dorian isn't sure if it's the heat or if Orym just always tastes faintly of mint. It's refreshing and overwhelming in the best way and it's Orym who pulls away to breathe causing Dorian to whine and follow his lips.
"I can feel the neediness coming on." Dorian whines and runs a hand down Orym's side. "Do you want, are you…" A blush takes over and he stops talking, still laying against Orym's chest. “Was that okay?”
“Perfect,” Orym confirms and runs a hand down Dorian’s cheek, over his neck, and as far down his chest as Orym can reach. Dorian can’t tell if Orym means him or the neediness. “Let me take care of you once first, ease the way for after.
“Okay, you know best.” Dorian says feeling his chest tight with emotions.
“I really don’t, you know your body better than ever I can, I need you to try and tell me what you need.” Orym is firm but calm.
Dorian bristles at the disagreement, not with the way that Orym knew what to get, knew how to prepare. Dorian is at a loss for a moment. “I will try, I can’t promise I won't get unresponsive. I trust you Orym.”
Orym visibly swallows and answers, “I will be of service the best I can.”
Nodding Dorian starts to unbutton his shirt, sitting up and separating for a moment from Orym. “Should I undress all the way?” His face is dark with blush.
“Yes. Do you need help?” Orym asks sincerely.
Shaking his head, Dorian gives up on buttons and pulls the shirt off over his head adding it to the nest around them. He swallows heavily and pulls his pants off lifting himself off the bed briefly with a little hop. Orym’s eyes never leave him scanning the bright sky of Dorian’s skin.
Orym scoots closer and asks softly, “May I touch you?”
Nodding, Dorian pulls his legs up just a little, hiding his rapidly thickening cock.
“I need you to tell me yes or no when you can Dorian, I want verbal confirmation. Consent is very important to me.”
Leaning toward Orym he smiles and says sweetly, “Yes alpha.”
It is Orym’s turn to bristle and he says, “You don’t have to address me like that, I’m just Orym.”
“Yes, just Orym.” Dorian teases.
Shaking his head Orym’s hands land on Dorian’s broad chest and pet across the skin carefully. Dorian shivers and lets out a huff of air.
Orym just carefully touches his chest, down his stomach, “May I kiss your skin?”
“Yes, please.”
The kisses are more present, more pressure and a slight dampness as he kisses. He moves across Dorian’s collar bones leaving rows of careful kisses, some a little sloppy.
Dorian can’t help but be vocal, little gasps and pleased vocalizations, often in middle C, sometimes going up at the end. His heart sings a tune he’d never heard, a tune of love, devotion, and need.
“May I lick and use my tongue?” Orym asks, voice low. He shifts and adjusts the front of his pants and Dorian’s blush returns in force.
Nodding Dorian smiles.
“Out loud if you please.” Orym corrects.
“Yes of course, please.”
Orym is immediately kissing and licking at Dorian’s left nipple, he squeals a high note that crescendos into a louder note.
He lavishes attention across Dorian’s chest and he squirms at the feeling, even more as Orym’s hand grabs his hip to keep him still. His mind half blank half need he holds Orym’s shoulders letting his arms loose to follow along with his movements easily.
“Lay back.”
Dorian goes with no question letting his shoulders and head be cradled by the pillows, splayed out, embarrassed at his nudity when Orym is fully clothed, something about it stirring his stomach that Orym is so focused on his pleasure he is ignoring the obvious bulge in his pants.
“Why are you clothed?” He asks with a gasp as Orym drags his teeth gently across Dorian’s right nipple.
“It’s not about me,” Orym answers easily.
“What if I want you to be naked so we’re even?” Dorian asks softly. Orym shucks his shirt over his head and returns his lips to Dorian’s chest with brief kisses across the edge of his pectoral. Then he crawls off the bed. Dorian watches intent on not missing a thing as Orym, resolute and determined Orym, blushes like a schoolboy and pulls his pants down and off. He leaves his smallclothes but his erection is obviously tucked against his hip and leaking to leave a wet spot on the cloth.
“Please let me see you.” Dorian all but moans and Orym reluctantly pulls his underclothing away. His dick bobs as it’s freed, red and leaking.
Orym crawls back into bed over Dorian and asks, “May I pleasure you? Suck your dick, maybe finger you a little?”
Dorian bulks and nods excitedly.
Sliding down his body, Orym wastes no time getting his mouth on Dorian who struggles to stay still as the sensations wash over him and Dorian rubs his thighs gently.
The desperate slip of sweaty skin on sweatier skin was the most beautiful thing Dorian had ever felt. He’d been through this before alone with toys and shouting into a pillow, shut away in an unused wing of the palace like he was the family’s secret. His status was well known at home, no one was surprised to see him gone for a week or so every few months.
He'd been through it once on the road with hired help who was competent and clean. An alpha who rode out heats with unmated omegas, a professional at knotting and helping the omega recover, but not a lover.
This is different. His sharps and flats pour from him like lost cords to the music of the gods. The noises that spring from Orym were things of wonder, and if he could stop himself from boiling over he’d learn that song so he could sing it to himself for comfort.
Now, with Orym’s lips wrapped around his cock, nothing mattered. He let his head fall back and his hips buck into the sweet Elysium of Orym’s mouth. Dorian prayed for the first time in his life at the altar of his own body, begging for the release and praying that this lasted forever.
No one had ever sucked his cock. No one ever found that necessary, he was an omega, and being the receptive partner was the expectation of his designation. Here, however; with Orym pressed close to him and his hands finding purchase in his short-cropped hair, Dorian wondered if Orym would let him reciprocate.
The way that Orym’s lips wrap around the head of his cock while his hands slowly strok the length was overwhelming. He squirms as he feels his body coil into a tight spring. Orym’s tongue flits about caressing every part of his sensitive head and Dorian groans. Soon he is whispering, “I’m going to, please, I –” in broken common, something a mix of warning and begging.
Orym picks up the pace of his hands and doubles down the way his mouth bobs over what he can manage. Dorian all but jack-knifes as he orgasms, letting go of Orym’s hair and moaning a loud flat note.
Pulling back Orym lets his cum coat his face and drip from his chin, unable to swallow fast enough. Looking down, Dorian thinks it is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He whines softly and watches as Orym licks his lips and Dorian’s cock clean. His stomach swoops and he feels a fondness that is so similar to his normal state but is heightened by his heat-addled mind.
“Fuck,” Dorian says, uncharacteristically swearing in the face of something so impressive.
Wiping his face on a rag he’d set nearby, Orym smiles up at Dorian, “Feel a little better?”
“A little clearer, and a little like I’m made of sand.” He falls back against the bed and asks the ceiling, “Alpha will you snuggle with me?”
“As long as you use my name. You don’t need to address me like that Dorian, you know we are equals.”
Looking down at him Dorian blinks, he did not know that. “Okay Orym, will you snuggle with me? I need to, um, smell you.” He blushes already feeling silly even as he asks the man who just sucked his cock to hold him.
Orym gives his face another wipe and climbs up next to Dorian patting his chest, “Come here,” He opens his arms with a smile.
Curling close Dorian sighs and tugs Orym’s small form closer around him. He presses his nose to Orym’s neck and takes a deep breath with a slight groan. He feels Orym snuffle his hair and smiles. The hot line of Orym’s dick presses into his abdomen and he whines softly, resisting the urge to reach for it. “A… Orym what do you want?” He asks, wanting to make him happy.
“To make you feel good. What do you want, Dorian? This is about you, not me.” Orym answers, rubbing Dorian’s back gently.
“But you’re involved and I want to make sure you get something out of it.”
“I don’t need to get anything out of it, you’re in heat. I'm here to take the edge off so you need to tell me where the edge is. Anything you need.” Orym chastises.
“Right now this is good,” Dorian responds in a small voice. Orym’s hands make slow circles of his back and they laze in bed.
“Are you sure this is okay?” Dorian asks after a long minute breathing in the musky smell of Orym’s throat. Anything you need, on repeat in his mind.
“I enjoy this part the most I think,” Orym says softly close to Dorian’s ear.
“The part where your omega is docile?” Dorian asks, feeling his chest tight and anxious, waiting for the moment this wasn’t okay anymore.
“The part where my partner is relaxed and snuggled close.” Orym corrects softly, hands resting on Dorian’s back.
Dorian snuggles closer curling up around Orym’s legs. His heart beats quickly as he tries to bite back fond words or asks to kiss him again.
“Did I upset you?” Orym asks tugging Dorian back to look up at him.
Blushing and fumbling Dorian says, “No, I just wasn’t sure how to respond.”
“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Maybe it’s a good time to get you some water, or have you eaten something?” He starts to pull Dorian away.
Clinging to him Dorian whines plaintively. “No, I’ll be good,” he whispers, eyes clamping closed to avoid tears.
“You are being so good,” Orym says, “It’s okay. I will stay if that’s what you want. This is about what you want, remember.” Anything you need, Orym doesn’t say, but Dorian hears it in his mind all the same.
Dorian nods his chin shaking as he holds back tears, “You will not go away right?” He asks, convinced that Orym will leave him.
“Not unless you ask me to go.” He responds leaning away from Dorian, “May I kiss you again? Show you I won’t leave?” His face grows pink and Dorian finds it endearing.
“Of course. I quite enjoyed your kiss.” He stretches up but lets Orym make the move to kiss him, which he does readily.
The kiss is a little more desperate than before, a needy press that opens as soon as the kiss is established. It went on blooming into a sweet, minty flower like the ones Orym grows when he’s bored, or wistful. It meanders and ebbs and flows. Making whole new shapes between their lips, ones no one has found before, soft circles and squished lines that loop over Cupid’s bows and down past the hard line of teeth.
It’s Dorian who breaks away, looking up at Orym reverently. He opens and closes his mouth a few times unsure how to tell Orym that he wants more of that, all of that. Instead, he says awkwardly, “You’re a good kisser.”
Smiling Orym pokes his nose and says, “I’ve heard that before.” His eyes sparkle with sadness even as he grins and Dorian feels like he said something wrong even for trying.
“Some water wouldn’t go amiss, I can get it.” Dorian moves to get up and the room spins. He pauses and closes his eyes.
“No you stay here, I don’t want you to fall.” He slips from under Dorian and moves him around to his back. Dorian isn’t sure how Orym manages to move him so easily but he doesn’t question it.
Orym climbs from the bed and fills a glass, returning to the bed to hand it to Dorian carefully. He takes the glass and drinks greedily emptying the whole thing.
“Do you want more?” Orym asks from beside him where he’s perched on the side of the nest.
“No, that was more than enough. I need to touch more than water.” He reaches for Orym and drags the smaller man into his lap, the hot bulge of his cock trapped between them. “I need so many things.”
“Can you tell me what they are?” Orym asks, turning just enough to see Dorian’s face, grinding down into him gently.
Flushed Dorian shakes his head and asks softly, “Can I show you?”
Orym swallows visibly. He reaches up and kisses Dorian’s face, “I’d rather you told me but if that’s too much I understand.”
“I need you. I need more.” He closes his eyes as he feels his face flush further, “I need you to fuck me Orym.”
Licking his lips Orym nods, “I can do that. I hope it is enough for you.”
“There is no way you couldn’t be,” Dorian says, pawing at Orym like he may disappear if his hands were not touching his skin at all times.
Orym slips from his lap and presses Dorian back, “Probably best you lay back Dorian, let me take care of you.” Anything you want implied this time in the curve of Orym’s fond smile and the way he touches Dorian.
Going easily Dorian sighs, excited to finally get what he needs. He feels half crazy with want, and struggles to keep his hands to himself.
His body is lean muscle and defined beautifully. Dorian drinks it in, supposing that he may never see it again. He shakes his head to banish such thoughts and reaches for Orym, unable to resist.
“Please.” He begs as he admires the soft swoop of his hip and lets himself stare at Orym’s hard cock. It is proportionate but thicker than Orym suggested, he was sure it would knot him perfectly.
Dorian holds out his hands and Orym kneels between his legs. “You’re beautiful,” Dorian informs him, biting his lips. Orym leans over Dorian and spreads his legs pressing the head of his beautiful cock into Dorian slowly.
“Gods you feel good.” Orym groans as he sinks into him. His hands shake slightly as he holds Dorian’s hips.
Feeling like something in him settles into place Dorian groans and hooks his heels behind Orym. It feels like the tide settled from storm-wracked to calm, like the winds whirled around him and soothed the hotness of his skin.
Orym finally sheathed his cock completely in Dorian’s waiting heat. Dorian made a needy noise and clenched around Orym who groaned loudly. “Fuck.”
Moving was natural and Dorian sighed as Orym started at a slow and steady pace. “Gonna try and make this last, get the most out of this knot I can, it will be a while before I’m ready to go again.”
Nodding Dorian clutched at Orym’s trim waist, “Please, Alpha.”
The steady pace was nice but Dorian wanted more, it was not enough. He squirmed but weakly in his heat and Orym held his hips fast. He moaned as Orym held him still.
“Trust me, I will take care of you Dorian.” Orym looks up and makes eye contact, and Dorian feels his heart beat heavy in his chest. He suddenly realizes that he will not get out of these three odd days of heat without deeper feelings for the halfling. Unsure he could do anything about that now Dorian sunk his fingers into the Orym’s waist, not enough to hurt or even bruise but enough to be present, to put pressure on Dorian’s hands. He felt like the cage of a wild creature who was going to come apart and let his beating-heart-creature out.
Orym changes angles and it breaks Dorian from his frenzied thoughts. He groans as Orym’s thrusts press deeper and he lets him push his legs back, folding him with Orym’s hands on the backs of his thighs, small points of heat somehow erotic as he rubs circles into the taut muscles.
“Talk to me Dorian, is this okay?”
He struggles with words that are appropriate to the situation and he quickly settles on, “It’s perfect.”
“Good. It should be good Dorian.” His smile is fond as he soothes one hand across the back of Dorian's leg. Dorian can only groan in response and Orym’s smile sharpens to pride.
The feeling of Orym bottoming out is divine, he can see what the prayers are about, he nearly feels moved to ask the gods for this to go on forever – nearly. For his part, Orym is mostly quiet, grunting on some thrusts but mostly focused on watching Dorian’s face and the place their skin slaps together, too loud in a room that is in a shared home but that doesn’t matter right now.
Anything you need, plays again and Dorian shuddersinvoluntarily in the warm room. Orym speeds up holding more of his body against Dorian, “Blanket?” he asks and Dorian just shakes his head holding Orym’s shoulders like a lifeline.
Orym’s knot starts to swell and it pulls a little as it slams in and out and Dorian moans loud and uneven as his hips cant try to chase the fullness that the knot provides. It keeps swelling, filling the space it has and Orym checks in again, “Good? Not long now is that okay? We can pause.” His words are strained as he tries to get them out through partially clenched teeth.
“Good!” the genasi manages as his feet tremble and he looks down again, barely able to bear the sight of Orym leaning against one of his thighs with a fingers fucking into him as Dorian’s untouched cock has woken back up and drools against his stomach, precome dripping down his side.
The knot continues to fill the space provided, starting to catch as Orym thrusts deep and rocks more than he pushes, barely pulling back before slamming in hard. Dorian’s head falls back and he makes a pleased hum. Taking it as a good sign, Orym keeps up the movement clutching Dorian’s thighs.
“Please, Alpha,” Dorian begs, panting. His feet flopping a bit with each thrust as Orym continues to grind against him.
“Do you want me to touch you?” Orym asks, eyeing Dorian’s cock.
He thinks for a moment and settles on, “No,” wanting to ride the high through Orym’s knot. “I’ll come on your knot.”
Yelping as Orym speeds up Dorian renews his grasp, weak with the need coursing through him he whimpers at the way Orym moves feeling like a million stars bursting under his skin.
“I’m going to fill you,” Orym mutters, thrusting harder and Dorian squirms under the intensity.
“Please, Alpha,” he says, and as he says it Orym thrusts hard in once and does just as he promised, filling Dorian with his seed.
Dorian naturally goes limp, long legs falling forward to rest his feet on the bed, bracketing Orym with his thighs. Blushing Orym leans over and kisses just above his knee.
“Are you still good?” Orym asks between shudders.
Nodding Dorian says softly, “Feel good.” More words fail him as his body responds with endorphins and his cock twitches against his stomach.
“May I touch you now?” Orym asks, hand skating up Dorian’s thigh toward his dick.
“Mmmmhmm,” Dorian moans, nodding. He lets go of Orym’s shoulders and sighs as his warm hand closes around Dorian’s hot cock. He strokes him slowly and delicately and Dorian positively melts. It’s so good, precious as a gift and as welcome as a lover. He pushes that thought from his mind and tries to stay in the here and now.
“‘S good,” he slurs his hips trying to roll but jostling Orym who moans with a little hiss and scoots his hips closer to Dorian’s cunt.
Orym strokes him a little faster in response, slowly building.
It takes nearly an embarrassingly short time for Dorian to come, painting his chest and sighing out, “Orym!” Too loose and relaxed to shout.
“Good, we still have some time together here, it takes me a while, can you hand me the towel next to your head?”
Dorian reaches blindly until he finds terrycloth and hands it to Orym. He’s surprised when he carefully cleans the majority of the spend off Dorian’s chest before folding the towel and tucking it under Dorian’s ass.
“Thanks,” Dorian manages and asks softly, “Can you lie down?”
Orym considers and nods, “I think we can manage, tell me if it pulls too much.” He navigates carefully, pulling Dorian’s legs straight out and leaning forward until his chest rests on Dorian ribs.
Dorian wraps his arms around Orym’s shoulders and sighs. “Nice,” Still too fucked out for longer sentences. Something about the heat and Orym’s cock pressing just right keeps Dorian mush as they lie together. Orym strokes Dorian’s hip and in turn Dorian kisses the top of his head gently, barely there.
Orym notices, of course he does, kissing Dorian’s collar bone softly. He opens and closes his mouth and Dorian wonders what he doesn’t say.
They bask for some time, Dorian has no idea how long even as he feels like his seams are pulled too tight and something about it is so comforting. He wants to bask in his overstuffedness, wants to goad Orym into more but he doesn’t, just lying still and holding Orym who is holding him.
“Not much longer,” Orym says, hauling himself off of Dorian seemingly with just core strength.
Dorian lets go with a frown feeling the pout overtake his face.
Chuckling Orym smiles a bright smile at Dorian, “You’ll be free soon.”
“How long do you need before…” He trails off.
“Give me a few hours, I can probably make good again.”
Dorian pouts spectacularly and Orym laughs. His knot starts to shrink and Dorian is thankful for the towel as he runs out of his cunt ghosting over his ass on the way to the towel below him. After a few seconds Orym tentatively tugs and finds he can just slip free of Dorian’s tight grasp. “I’ll get a towel and clean you up a bit.”
Dorian wants to offer to do it himself but he’s still jelly, still barely able to move. His embarrassment at being seen so messy, so scandalous barely kept in check by the fact that it’s Orym, who he knows won't judge him.
Orym comes back to the bed with a towel wiping down Dorian’s chest first then delicately cleans his cock before moving on to wipe up the worst of the mess between his legs. Dorian covers his face with his hands at this, embarrassed by how messy he is.
Orym folds the rag and cleans himself up a bit before putting the laundry aside and crawling back into bed.