[It's such a struggle to form words as the redhead teases him. He looks... Gods, he looks beautiful there, but when doesn't he?]
Don't bring— nngh!— d-duty into this... you're the one that I...
[It's not that he would deny his lord anything, but it leaves a little bit of an uncertainty there. If his lord were someone else, if they had him like this... could he say no? He'd just rather not think about it.
He can't look away, even as his cheeks remain devastatingly hot in response to the sight. Trained on each other, everything feels so much more intimate. And his gaze trembles slightly in the face of every overwhelming sensation, twisting up in pleasure he doesn't know how to contain or what to do with.]
Ah-haaah... D-do... 'm glad—
[it'd be awfully awkward if he didn't like the taste, after all. But oh, the heat of him... Gepard can already barely control his volume, but as every inch sinks deeper into that warmth, he has to exhale a sharp curse. He's not small, he knows that much, so for Dohalim to take it all down is... impressive, to say the least.]
I... ah... fuck— doesn't that— isn't it uncomfortable?
[He can feel the way his cock is stretching Do's throat, even if he can't quite see it. It's tight, hot, alarmingly addictive; the blonde has to wonder how he'd even come to manage it. There's no jealousy in it, no worries over his bed mates (what right could he possibly have to complain anyway?), just... curiosity.
As much curiosity as he can muster as his hips tremble and shift. The urge to buck up is surprisingly strong, but he won't risk harming the redhead.]
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[It's such a struggle to form words as the redhead teases him. He looks... Gods, he looks beautiful there, but when doesn't he?]
Don't bring— nngh!— d-duty into this... you're the one that I...
[It's not that he would deny his lord anything, but it leaves a little bit of an uncertainty there. If his lord were someone else, if they had him like this... could he say no? He'd just rather not think about it.
He can't look away, even as his cheeks remain devastatingly hot in response to the sight. Trained on each other, everything feels so much more intimate. And his gaze trembles slightly in the face of every overwhelming sensation, twisting up in pleasure he doesn't know how to contain or what to do with.]
Ah-haaah... D-do... 'm glad—
[it'd be awfully awkward if he didn't like the taste, after all. But oh, the heat of him... Gepard can already barely control his volume, but as every inch sinks deeper into that warmth, he has to exhale a sharp curse. He's not small, he knows that much, so for Dohalim to take it all down is... impressive, to say the least.]
I... ah... fuck— doesn't that— isn't it uncomfortable?
[He can feel the way his cock is stretching Do's throat, even if he can't quite see it. It's tight, hot, alarmingly addictive; the blonde has to wonder how he'd even come to manage it. There's no jealousy in it, no worries over his bed mates (what right could he possibly have to complain anyway?), just... curiosity.
As much curiosity as he can muster as his hips tremble and shift. The urge to buck up is surprisingly strong, but he won't risk harming the redhead.]