[as Dohalim pushes Gepard's shirt up higher, his eyes and fingers trace over those faint scars, barely noticeable in the dim light. a testament to his loyalty, that he'll do anything to protect him, his people, his realm and his ideals. Dohalim isn't sure he deserves that loyalty, be it from a soldier, or a friend, but that's a thought that he won't entertain at the moment]
Lift your arms up for me.
[he doesn't ask for much more help as he slides the shirt off once Gepard heeds his request. tossing the shirt to the corner of his bed, Dohalim pushes himself back up to his knees, to trail his gaze along Gepard's toned body, to commit to memory every single curve of defined muscle. oh, seeing the man up closer like this, laid out under him, with this perfect physique...]
Truly beautiful.
[there isn't much room left for conversation as Dohalim leans in again, lips trailing more kisses and nips along Gepard's neck, before slowly moving down. his hands follow along, tracing along those faint scars. he's trying not to overwhelm Gepard, but he wants to see him squirm, wants to hear him call out his name]
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Lift your arms up for me.
[he doesn't ask for much more help as he slides the shirt off once Gepard heeds his request. tossing the shirt to the corner of his bed, Dohalim pushes himself back up to his knees, to trail his gaze along Gepard's toned body, to commit to memory every single curve of defined muscle. oh, seeing the man up closer like this, laid out under him, with this perfect physique...]
Truly beautiful.
[there isn't much room left for conversation as Dohalim leans in again, lips trailing more kisses and nips along Gepard's neck, before slowly moving down. his hands follow along, tracing along those faint scars. he's trying not to overwhelm Gepard, but he wants to see him squirm, wants to hear him call out his name]