eggbowl | In my blood...

Of course. I won't leave for anything until then.

[it had settled into something of an easy comfort, after that. slowly putting Viscint back together, starting to work through all that needs to be done. honestly, it's barely even a scratch of the surface, especially with the intent of unseating the tyranny of Rena...

but as that sensation pulls at their bond, at least, Zhongli does make a concerted effort to be around more notably, hoping to soothe as much of the frustration as he can. in the end, it only works so much - there are so many things he has on his mind and leads to follow before bringing them to Dohalim's attention. so far, it's been a lot of nothing, but that's... not unexpected. when it comes to avenues the deity didn't already knew about, a lot of it is hearsay and misunderstanding of vague details, left over from history that's been nearly scrubbed clean.

this particular day had been a notably grueling one, hunting down the last bits of information. nothing of use, or at least... nothing they can do anything with, at this junction. he's just finished sending a message to someone before finding himself shoved into the Renan's room again.]

Dohalim-

[ah. his back hits the bed again and Dohalim is quick to straddle him, hands slipping around his neck. gentle for now, but the threat of pressure is so plainly there. what had happened? perhaps he'd lost track of time, but--]

I- was following up on some information. [he's careful and mild with his tone, all too aware of that mad look in his eyes.] My apologies, I thought I had spoken to the servants when I needed to step outside the city...

[it's still so odd to him that it keeps ending up here. means something, most likely, but he's not the type to make presumptions about others. though.. on top of it all, he hasn't been under someone in quite a long time, a fact he'd thought about a fair bit after the last instance.]

You were gone for too long.

[Dohalim almost spits the words out as they drip with disdain. he can't explain it, this... odd possessiveness he has for Zhongli; a part of him wants to make him hurt, but at the same time, he wants to claim the deity. irrational thoughts brought by the corruption, no doubt, but the thoughts are there nonetheless.

thumbs press against Zhongli's throat slowly, not enough to outright strangle him, but enough to make breathing a lot more uncomfortable]

Do you want to know what I hear when I am alone? In the silence, I hear whispers... The corruption. It says things as it takes over. Needling thoughts that burrow deep.

[more pressure from his thumbs are applied; it would be so easy to crush his windpipe, Dohalim thinks. or is it really him thinking that?]

Invasive thoughts that tell me you were never coming back. That you've left, like everyone else. That you lied.

Ah...

[thumbs press down against his throat and Zhongli reaches up just to place a hand on his arm, perhaps as reassurance. he doesn't try to push him away - less because he's worried for himself and more so that there's less chance of a catastrophic misunderstanding.

gone for too long... he'll have to remember that. it shouldn't be too hard to keep in mind, all things considered, though he's a little surprised it's causing such an immediate effect... an issue of the proximity to grief, perhaps.]

Doha...lim... nngh...

[his little grunt is muted as the Renan presses down on his windpipe, sound reverberating against his fingers. it's not impossible to breathe yet, nor speak, but it's certainly not easy.]

I'm sorry... had I known, I... would have been more... attentive. [each pause is broken by a sharp inhale, fingers twitching faintly against the redhead's arm.] but I... am back, yes? No... lying there. I would never. If there's something... to help you believe that...

But you were gone. That is still the transgression.

[he doesn't care why Zhongli had to leave the city, and while he does know why, the fact still remains. he'd been left to his own devices, with the corruption tainting his thoughts, pulling him away from the warm hold Zhongli has on him instead]

You left when I needed you... It was hard today. Hard to keep my head, and now... [just a little more pressure on Zhongli's neck; he wants to feel that struggle] It's taken over again, Zhongli.

[what can the deity do to help Dohalim believe him? he isn't sure. he's just so angry that Zhongli left, and without telling him! he'd relied on a servant to tell him, instead. fingers tremble slightly in that anger, as he lets out a frustrated sound]

You... You didn't come to see me before you left. What was I to believe? I reached for you with our bond, and yet... You did not come. You were gone.

[hands squeeze then, effectively cutting off Zhongli's airway. the frenzied look in his widened eyes as he watches. there is one way Zhongli could convince him to believe his words; the god is under at his service, after all. and Dohalim finds himself not caring if Zhongli says no]

[in retrospect, he should have realised how that madness could twist this. How their words had potentially sounded. How... careless of him.]

Ah-- haah...

[pain pulses against his throat as Dohalim applies more pressure, breaths rattling thinly as it first takes his speech. It's taken over again, the Renan says, and it prickles guilt in him. The change is so subtle, like rust beginning to oxidise on freshly exposed iron. We've Zhongli can't quite feel it as it sinks into their bond, twisting and connecting them further. Had he been too far to feel a pull on their connection? No, he shouldn't have been, but... he would have come back if he felt it. Right? It's always been his intention...

If he somehow missed it, let Dohalim alone to this pain after everything... doesn't he deserve it, at least a little? Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as his lungs burn, airway cut off with the squeeze of fingers. It hurts - almost more on his neck than deeper, the grip threatening to bruise delicate flesh. It's also almost intoxicating in the most confusing way, just... this side of pleasurable? How... strange.

His gaze trembles as the burn for fresh air worsens, fingers squeezing the redhead's arm in subtle plea. And amid their bond, an apology, soft and soothing. He hopes. Will he let himself be truly endangered? Probably not, but if this helps... if this soothes Dohalim's anger a little...

Ah. Everything starts to feel like it's floating then, golden gaze struggling to focus as his eyelids flutter.]

[a passing thought comes to Dohalim as he watches Zhongli struggle; could he really kill the deity with his bare hands, if he wanted to? Could he quite literally squeeze the life out of him, would he be allowed to? Would it be easy? He can feel the hand on his arm plead for air, to relent, but what if he doesn't?

Zhongli looks… almost beautiful, like this. Repentant, unfocused eyes of gilded gold that shine with tears… Should he keep going? Just to see how far this goes, to see how far Zhongli will let him go.

But he does relent, thumbs lifting from his throat, allowing him to breathe again. Is it the rational part of him that does so? That rational part of him that's desperate to stop the pain, to stop him from hurting Zhongli further? Or is it that soothing apology felt through their bond that he clings to, now that he can feel that warmth again? His hands don't leave the deity's neck yet]

How will you make it up to me? How will you repent? If I were to offer you an option, would you say no? I wonder...

[air rushes back to his lungs and a shudder runs down Zhongli's spine, chest heaving with each breath. Dohalim remains above him and it makes... such a pretty picture, somehow.]

Ah... haah... I...

[His voice is a ragged as his breaths, thin and thready. The ache is there, and yet... and yet the sensation left over after he can breathe is almost erotic.]

... would have to... hear it... nnh. [His Adam's apple shifts against Dohalim's fingers as he swallows, gaze still light and slightly glassy. He can't think of anything he would refuse Dohalim for, especially if it helped him relax.] Ah... haah...

[Dohalim continues to watch Zhongli, now with a curiosity about him. by now he would expect fear, concern, something in those golden eyes that would beg him not to do it again. but as he peers into those gilded irises, Dohalim can almost swear he sees something else, like… as if Zhongli’s enjoying this. fingers twitch, itching to see what reaction he would get if he were to squeeze his neck again. under his fingers, the Renan can see red marks start to form on pale skin; it sends some sort of excitement through him. a temporary mark on Zhongli’s body… what other marks could he give him?]

Give yourself to me. Give your body to me; I want to use it. Use you.

[it’s not a request, but a demand, as his fingers close around Zhongli’s neck again. through their bond, more of that corruption taints it, seeping into it like water filling small fissures in the ground. he’s still angry, furious at the god for leaving him alone with the corruption running rampant in his mind.

thumbs press down on Zhongli’s neck again, but light enough to let him speak, but only just]

But I do have to wonder… If you want it. You seem to enjoy this– he presses his thumbs down hard for a moment, before lifting them up again] Or am I being presumptuous?

[it's strange, really. even Zhongli isn't sure if he's enjoying this, gaze flickering over Dohalim's face. there's no sign of the gentler soul in all this, completely lost behind his anger, his fear, the spell of corruption and anxiety so strong.

the words make his brows knit - more confusion than outright refusal - and he shivers despite himself as fingers curl around his neck and close down. corruption seeps into cracks he didn't even know were there, and the deity gives a soft noise. to use his body... where did that idea come from, he wonders. the Renan had never seemed particularly thin for partners, and besides...

still, if this is what he can do, is it that hard a choice? it's only a body, after all.]

You- [thumbs press down and he gives a choked grunt, fingers curling against Dohalim's arm again for the brief moment of aching pressure.] You're... presuming... haah... [struggling through breath and speech, he closes his eyes for a moment. the feeling isn't unpleasant, true, but...] This... isn't anything I want...

[at least, his head doesn't want it. the dizzy warmth that courses through him, nurtured by the taint on their bond, feels so... sweet, somehow, tinging his cheeks as much as the reprieve from breathlessness. it really is the least he could do, isn't it? to give him relief, to apologise for disappearing.]

But... I do want... to repent...

You don't want this...?

[Dohalim looks down at Zhongli, like a hunter toying with his prey. thumbs relent again as he finally lets go of his neck, eyes trailing down to the angry handprints on Zhongli's neck. beautiful, just like him. a thought that Dohalim will admit to thinking about; he'd be lying to himself if he didn't think that the deity is attractive. though, he never did act on it before the corruption sunk into him, but is this really the way to go about it?

he pushes that question aside. he'd already put in his demands.

Dohalim shifts his hips down a little, before grinding down hard against Zhongli; he still watches, to see his reaction. perhaps the body wants what the mind doesn't, at least in Zhongli's case, but really, Dohalim, at this point, doesn't really care. or, maybe, it really is the corruption talking, wanting to taint the deity even more, wanting to ensnare him as well. to put to the test his strength and fortitude. after all, even the strongest rock will erode in time]

I find myself... Not caring, whether or not you want this. I offer this as your penance. Satisfy me, and I will consider forgiving you.

[Zhongli's breath hitches when Dohalim grinds hips against his own, a faint aching need that he so rarely feels. the passing thought is so occasional he hadn't even considered that others might look at him with some measure of want, even.

but this... ah. corruption or not, his body responds marvelously to stimulation. it's not the most obvious, beneath his clothes, but still. he doesn't know how much of this is Dohalim and how much is the corruption, but he'll weather the latter. he must, even if he can feel it now. it seems... he may well be in for the same fate as Dohalim, if they don't find a way to mitigate all this.]

... nngh. I see... then I suppose I will have to do my best to satisfy you, won't I?

[at least he's not new to the idea, even if it's been quite some time. and if it hurts a bit... well, he can handle that too.]

[and it's that reaction that Dohalim is waiting for; there's a small, but wicked grin on his face as he grinds down again. warm pleasure spreads from his hips throughout his body as he lets out a soft sigh. there's something so wrong here, something he should stop before it gets to far, before he hurts Zhongli, but at the same time, with the deity's body reacting in such a way, how could he stop? and with the corruption fogging his senses, it would just seem like a losing battle. he doesn't even try to reach out through it, this time, but instead lets it blanket him. it's... cold, but warm at the same time. tumultuous, but comforting. he can feel his fear and anxiety, his anger, but... he just leans into it, instead of fights it.

perhaps... falling into it won't be so bad...

he continues the movements for a moment or two more, before he moves to stand. he should have his regalia removed; it wouldn't do to get it messy, after all. he supposes he should also let Zhongli have the dignity of clothes he can put back on after all is said and done, too]

Strip, and then when you're done, undress me. Do be careful, this time, your last attempt was sloppy.

[it's strange, how easy it is to slip into it. to think that the corruption isn't so bad, in bits and pieces. he knows just how dangerous that thought is, though, and it's something he'll have to take a moment to help protect against when he can... think, for a moment.

like when Dohalim pulls away to stand, leaving the deity to sit up slowly and deliberately. the application of astral energy is subtle, too - an attempt not to aggravate the anxiety and fear and all the things that corruption feeds on - enveloping their bond in a firm barrier, easily mistaken for simple comfort and care.]

Sloppy... I see.

[he supposes it was probably somewhat sloppy, given how obnoxious the man's regalia is, but Zhongli has an excellent memory. once or twice is all he needs to have nearly perfect control over taking those layers off - his own are trivial in turn.

and beneath them is the body of a fighter, lean and toned. Dohalim might have struggled to feel it through all the layers of fabric, but he's hardly small by any means, either. and, perhaps least surprising of all, he's not even a little embarrassed to be naked in front of the man.

approaching, he leans forward to start the painstaking process of stripping the Lord, movements delicate and precise.]

[hungry eyes look Zhongli up and down; he's even better than Dohalim imagined. he supposes it's to be expected of a warrior god, but he still pleases the eye. his gaze doesn't move from Zhongli's form; how could he when he's such a fine specimen?

it also pleases him that the deity's movements as he undresses him are more precise; if Dohalim didn't know any better, he would think that Zhongli had been doing this his entire life. he could probably even dare to say that he's better than even the most tenured servant in the palace.

maybe, though, it might have something to do with his warning earlier. he's not sure, but he won't question it, either.

when the final piece of his regalia is slipped off and tucked away, Dohalim grabs Zhongli's arm roughly, pulling him close for a searing kiss. his other hand comes up to fist it into the other's hair, effectively pushing his head close so he can deepen the kiss. he wastes no moment as his tongue forces its way past Zhongli's lips, wanting to greedily taste every bit of him. half lidded amber eyes watch him as he kisses him, watching for more of those subtle reactions.

Dohalim tugs on Zhongli's hair as he breaks the kiss, breath huffing small puffs of breath on the deity's face as he catches his breath]

On your knees.

[he doesn't wait for Zhongli to move or protest, but instead brings the hand holding onto his arm up to his shoulder, before pushing down on it. he has to wonder just how much experience Zhongli has in his long life; he intends on putting that to the test. and really, as he glances at his own half hard cock, Dohalim can't really do anything in his current state. yet]

[it's perhaps a combination of the two - Zhongli rarely sees a point to doing anything less than perfectly, so long as he knows how it should be done. but regardless, there's a grunt as Dohalim pulls him close, a noise of protest when a hand fists in his hair to hold him close.

the sudden roughness is equally alarming from Dohalim, and if he didn't know its origins, might spark a number of questions. as it stands, he brooks no refusal when the Renan's tongue slides between his lips, the warmth of it earning a little shiver from Zhongli himself. they're all small reactions, but definitely noticeable.

there's even a faint huskiness to his breaths when Dohalim tugs on his hair and pulls back, that hunger in his eyes a little more plain this close. if not the choking, he certainly does not mind rough handling.

given an order and pushed to obey without a second's hesitation, the deity falls to his knees easily enough. there's still a hint of fierceness there when he looks up, lips swollen from the kiss and hair disheveled where it's not caught in the redhead's grasp.]

You're more impatient than I expected.

[exhaling a shuddering breath, he doesn't bother waiting for another order. they both know, at least in part, what Dohalim wants. a hand rises to curl around the base of his cock, stroking it firmly as he leans in to mouth at the side, following the length of it to slip the tip between his lips.

it's... definitely not the first time he's done this, clearly.]

[if Zhongli were to hesitate for even a moment after his words, Dohalim would have had none of it, and would have shoved his entire length in his mouth to silence him. though, he does spot that fierceness in Zhongli's eyes, one that he could construe as defiance, if it weren't for the swift movements of a hand wrapping around his cock, and the hot heat enveloping it.

eyes flutter closed for a moment as Dohalim tilts his head back, his hand still gripping onto Zhongli's hair tightly. he's surprised, to say the least, that the deity is... rather experienced when it comes to oral pleasure. had he done this to previous partners in the past, or had he just learned from having it performed on him? or maybe a bit of both? curious questions that are quicky brushed away to focus on the mouth currently sheathing over his cock. he has to wonder just how deep he can get it in Zhongli's mouth, if he can get the entire length in. he is, by no means, small either, and even the more willing courtesans he's bedded do take their time with him]

Ah-- You're... Better than expected...

[if this were any other time, and if he were in a more level head, Dohalim would be just as kind about it. however, impatience does overcome him, as well as a need to treat Zhongli roughly, Dohalim presses at the back of his head as his hips shift forward, not caring of the discomfort this is no doubt causing. he'll just have to take it, like everything else he'll give him]

[there's a twitch of amusement at one corner of his mouth when Dohalim speaks, mouth and tongue moving to slide a bit more in, tasting. he suspects there won't be much time for it, if the man's current state says anything... but still.

even if he can't remember the last time he did this, the method is simple enough, isn't it? the young lord is more than sizeable even if he's not fully hard yet, and under normal circumstances, he would indeed take his time. he'd love to take his time.

instead, there's a pressure on his head and the rock of hips forward, and his jaw stretches to make way for the length he's given. quick swallows keep him from choking when the tip hits the back of his mouth and slides down his throat, a prickle of tears forming at the corners of his eyes from the effort. can he take it? absolutely. is it pleasant? perhaps not entirely. long lashes flutter as he swallows, grunts and groans reverberating against his length.

not to be taunted idly, Zhongli shifts his weight and slides a hand around one of Dohalim's thighs, the other reaching to squeeze and knead at his balls. here and there, he tests the younger man's grip in an effort to get a good breath, but only just so. there are benefits to having quite the lung capacity, after all.]

[and it's that lung capacity that Dohalim picks next to test; while Zhongli's already impressed him by quickly adapting to the sudden press of his cock in his mouth, it isn't like he's about to stop there, right? absolutely not. no, they're only just getting started.

looking back down, he watches Zhongli take his cock in, his free hand brushing back his bangs to get a better view of his face. so beautiful, really... even if the act itself is lewd to look at. there's a small tug at their connection, light and barely there, of that part of him that wants to stop, but it only drives that corruption even more as Dohalim grips Zhongli's head, before thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking the deity's mouth. this is his punishment, after all, and he did say he wanted to use him however he see fit]

Nn... Be good for me... And take it all.

[angling his hips, he continues the assault against Zhongli's mouth, groaning at the easy glide of his cock sliding down the deity's throat. there's something exhilarating about treating a god like this, to use him for his carnal pleasure. his heavy breath hitches as he hilts himself in Zhongli's throat, keeping his head there for a moment, to make him choke on his cock until he can't take it anymore. only then, when he's desperate for breath, does Dohalim pull his head back, to give him reprieve]

[that light tug receives a gentle response, beneath the corruption. A reassurance of sorts, one that settles in beneath the corruption to provide a subtle barrier and, perhaps, cut out a little of the guilt he knows Dohalim will likely succumb to later.

The rough rhythm keeps him focused on the task at hand, saliva dripping down his chin as Dohalim fucks his mouth. However he sees fit, indeed... his throat stretches with each deep press inward, and before too long he's just enduring that.]

Nmm-- mmph-!

[The soft protesting noise he makes is cut off as Dohalim buries himself to the hilt in Zhongli's throat. Brows furrow and he grips the Renan's thigh, swallowing helplessly around the length. That faint defiance remains in his eyes as he peers upward, golden gaze trembling slightly.

It feels like forever and no time at all before he can feel his chest start to convulse, aching for air to fill his lungs with again. His throat already hurts from being fucked so roughly after so long of not being used, and as sensation mounts to overwhelming heights, those tears do finally fall.

The pull of his hair to yank his head back is equally aching, head pounding from the lack of oxygen. A thin strand of saliva connects his protruding tongue and Dohalim's cock, stretching and snapping between them. And between his legs, he can feel his own cock throb - a surprise, really, that his response to this kind of treatment and punishment is so strong.]

[there's another tug in their bond before it slips away again, the corruption taking over completely as Dohalim huffs out a small sound. fingers gently brush against Zhongli's face, wiping away the fallen tears; his eyes shine like liquid gold. he can get used to seeing him like this. the defiance in the deity's eyes irritates him; it'll be something to break. it won't do to have Zhongli look at him with that look, after all.

however, Dohalim glances down in between the other's legs, a near cruel smile paints itself on his lips. it's as he thought... it seems like the elemental enjoys being treated like so. the mind and mouth can say one thing, but when the body responds in such a way... fingers trail down to his jaw as Dohalim leans forward a little, his thumb brushing against Zhongli's lips, smearing saliva and precum against the soft skin]

Look at you. You do want this.

[he has to wonder just how much more he'd have to push Zhongli before he's begging for release, begging for mercy]

[to think he'd be in this position. Even Zhongli is almost baffled by himself. Any other time, he'd fall under the norm of teaching, of setting Dohalim straight in ways that this corruption couldn't push. So why?

So why then? It must be stronger than he thought. Or maybe he cares more than he realised. There are a number of possibilities, in any case...]

Nn... nnn. [fingers brush his lips and the deity just watches, letting this side of Dohalim have his fun. Maybe that's it, too. Maybe he's unsure how much of this is just encouragement, and if it is...

If he's just this freaky in these circumstances, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. That's manageable.]

You didn't need to do it this way.

[Ah. His voice is rough and thick, breathy from the throat fucking. Truly, if this had been fully consensual... instead, there's still that same damned look, even on his knees and completely hard. He being kind because it's Dohalim, he reminds himself. Hanging on to the hope that he'll be able to coax that solid portion of his astral energy back out into the light, to protect it properly.

And honestly... maybe it's been too long since he was intimate with anyone. He always did feel a draw to those souls both soft and impulsive, nothing like their outward selves when in bed...]

Take whatever you want, but don't think I'll let you forget yourself, Dohalim.

[that damn, defiant look... honestly, it's to be expected of a being who'd withstood many things in his life, but it only feeds into Dohalim's anger. he can feel the corruption sink its claws into it (or, perhaps its what's causing this anger to bubble up?); it infuriates him that Zhongli is so resilient. and his words...

brows furrow as he dips down more, fingers slipping from Zhongli's face to grasp at his throat again. the corruption digs at their bond again, trying to score the surface, as if to claim Dohalim completely, a show of power. the audacity this deity has, to show this resistance, to utter those words, to try to protect that purity... he's more or less admitted that this could very well be a losing battle, so why...

he won't let him forget himself... Dohalim lets out a derisive laugh]

How can I forget myself when I don't even know who I am to begin with? I have put on so many masks in my lifetime that I am not sure...

[he pulls Zhongli up just as roughly as he'd pushed him down, pressing himself close to him. fingers squeeze at his throat again, lightly this time]

I will take what I want. But so bold of you to assume that you can dispel this corruption so easily if you give in.

[As hands grasp his throat this time, he only watches. The dig of corruption is deep and sharp, but there's an aimless feeling to it somehow. As if...]

That's fine. You know more than you think, I believe.

[The things he's seen beneath it all, gentle and kind and guilty... Dohalim is not some cruel dictator, and Zhongli doesn't believe he could hold that mask for too long.

It's a good measure for him, besides. Even if he stumbles back upward and into the press of Dohalim's body with a grunt, pauses as fingers squeeze at his throat... ah. That feels surprisingly nice, doesn't it...?]

You misunderstand my words. That would be against everything I've claimed. I'll simply prevent you from doing anything you would truly regret.

[He's already in this so deeply, too... despite the light pressure of fingers against his throat, the deity slides his arms around Dohalim, warm and firm, almost an offering. He's here willingly, even if this wasn't exactly what he'd wanted. It means something, at least.]

[the gentle touch is something Dohalim wants to cling to; his astral energy reaching out to Zhongli once more. He just wants that warmth in the coldness of corruption, to be told that everything will be fine, that he will be okay. He doesn't want to feel angry anymore, he just wants to push aside these feelings and curl up in this embrace for the night.

But, of course, that corruption has different plans, as he lets out a frustrated sound at the deity's embrace,a hand coming up to grasp at his wrist and pull an arm off him]

Do not--

[he doesn't finish the sentence before he pulls Zhongli off him, shoving him back down onto the bed. Like the first time they had found themselves in this situation, Dohalim flips him onto his stomach, before pressing up against him; Zhongli can probably feel the unevenness of his breathing against his back.

He doesn't want to look at his face anymore. He doesn't want to see that defiance, he doesn't want to see that pity. Shoving his face into the bed, Dohalim takes hold of his own length; without any warning, he pushes into the other's tight entrance. Maybe this will stop him from talking… he can feel the grasping of astral energy in the back of his mind, tugging at the bond in a bid to get him to stop, but he ignores it]

Doha--lim-

[Zhongli grunts when he's shoved to the bed, pressed between it and the other man again. it's a little different, granted - he can feel how unsettled he is now, the shake of grip. that's all he wants, honestly...

of course, it doesn't make it easy. Dohalim shoves his face into the bed and positions himself without warning or hesitation, pushing in roughly. it steals his breath, unprepared as he is, and the deity has to grip the blanket to steel his focus. ah, that certainly aches... and it takes him a moment to even think of relaxing, pulling in ragged, thin breaths. it takes him a moment longer to settle his own astral energy, to reach out beyond the bond itself and to meet where it tugs.

it's fine. he'll be fine. pain isn't a big deal for him, really... even if this is not something he's dealt with much in the past.]

Haah... ah... right. Your... pleasure. [his voice is strained, but he doesn't try to push himself away or stop this. is that because he doesn't want to hurt Dohalim, or because part of him is enjoying it? because he thinks he deserves it in some measure? even he's not really sure.]

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