[warmth travels over him, partly from Dohalim's hands and partly just... from the pleasant sensation of being touched. Gepard's breathing picks up just a little, and his response to the words is as simple as a nod and then following them. Really, it's the only testament to his distraction, focus fully on the man above him.
Again, his cheeks flush deeply at Dohalim's compliment, at the way the younger man looks him over, fully in appreciation.]
I'm glad you— approve... mmnh...
[He really is sensitive, especially around the neck, and it's not long at all before his breath gasps and hitches with each little movement. Overwhelmed... no, he doesn't think so. It's different, but pleasantly so.]
Doha—lim—
[Oh, his voice is breathier than he expected. The other will get his wish almost immediately, attention paid to a body unfamiliar with it serving to get him trembling. Lips blaze a searing path over him, and Gepard can't help the way his fingers thread through red locks, kneading and twitching, occasionally tugging faintly in something like yearning.
And before long, there's a little whine that joins every gasp and groan. Does he know what he wants? Not precisely, but it doesn't stop him.]
Do— [another gasping groan, and he's pretty sure he can't manage the man's full name anymore. Is that too quick...?] Do, please... I want... I...
[He's not so overwhelmed as to be concerning, more than he's just... running aground against his own inexperience here. It's not unreasonable that he doesn't have the words to ask for what he wants.]
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Again, his cheeks flush deeply at Dohalim's compliment, at the way the younger man looks him over, fully in appreciation.]
I'm glad you— approve... mmnh...
[He really is sensitive, especially around the neck, and it's not long at all before his breath gasps and hitches with each little movement. Overwhelmed... no, he doesn't think so. It's different, but pleasantly so.]
Doha—lim—
[Oh, his voice is breathier than he expected. The other will get his wish almost immediately, attention paid to a body unfamiliar with it serving to get him trembling. Lips blaze a searing path over him, and Gepard can't help the way his fingers thread through red locks, kneading and twitching, occasionally tugging faintly in something like yearning.
And before long, there's a little whine that joins every gasp and groan. Does he know what he wants? Not precisely, but it doesn't stop him.]
Do— [another gasping groan, and he's pretty sure he can't manage the man's full name anymore. Is that too quick...?] Do, please... I want... I...
[He's not so overwhelmed as to be concerning, more than he's just... running aground against his own inexperience here. It's not unreasonable that he doesn't have the words to ask for what he wants.]