[it all feels better than it has any right to; Dohalim's mouth is so warm, and the taste of him is more intoxicating than the wine could ever be. more than he could ever hope for. maybe that's wrong, but he just... he can't find it in him to care.
there's certainly no care to stop when the redhead makes that sound, muffled against his lips. firm hands pull his hips down and into the unmistakable bulge of his pants... and the sound Gepard makes is almost sinful really. to think, just his presence, just these small actions, could affect him this much... though he should have guessed, shouldn't he? it's not like the blonde is much less affected.
pulling away for breath, he gasps Dohalim's name, clumsy lips shifting to find his jaw, to follow the actions he's now seen. the guard captain may be innocent, but he's not a fool, and he does catch on quickly. too quickly, maybe; as his lips pick up the taste of his skin, hips roll down in turn, the heat of them both just... absolutely too intense. how is he supposed to stop now?]
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there's certainly no care to stop when the redhead makes that sound, muffled against his lips. firm hands pull his hips down and into the unmistakable bulge of his pants... and the sound Gepard makes is almost sinful really. to think, just his presence, just these small actions, could affect him this much... though he should have guessed, shouldn't he? it's not like the blonde is much less affected.
pulling away for breath, he gasps Dohalim's name, clumsy lips shifting to find his jaw, to follow the actions he's now seen. the guard captain may be innocent, but he's not a fool, and he does catch on quickly. too quickly, maybe; as his lips pick up the taste of his skin, hips roll down in turn, the heat of them both just... absolutely too intense. how is he supposed to stop now?]