[there's no time to question it, less still to protest in any way. Dohalim sets his pace and all Gepard can do is follow through in it. his hands, his mouth - he's entirely too skilled at this. it's absolutely overwhelming... but the blond can't say he minds.
of course, he can't say he's thinking much at all. everything is all instinct in that moment, from the way his hips twitch and jolt to the way his fingers twist just a little harder (too hard, he'll think later) in soft hair. the redhead's name falls brokenly from his lips, and it feels like mere seconds before he's thrown over the edge.
the other Renan will probably be pleased, and Gepard absolutely mortified later, as strong hands pull his face down into his hips, kneading and tugging at hair as his body trembles in orgasm. the sounds he makes are all entirely too loud too, practically echoing in the room. it feels... he can't even describe how good it feels, heat pouring into the warmth of his mouth, down his throat. he... he'd said he'd be fine, right? that the blond couldn't hurt him. in the briefest moments of lucidity, he clings to that reminder.]
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of course, he can't say he's thinking much at all. everything is all instinct in that moment, from the way his hips twitch and jolt to the way his fingers twist just a little harder (too hard, he'll think later) in soft hair. the redhead's name falls brokenly from his lips, and it feels like mere seconds before he's thrown over the edge.
the other Renan will probably be pleased, and Gepard absolutely mortified later, as strong hands pull his face down into his hips, kneading and tugging at hair as his body trembles in orgasm. the sounds he makes are all entirely too loud too, practically echoing in the room. it feels... he can't even describe how good it feels, heat pouring into the warmth of his mouth, down his throat. he... he'd said he'd be fine, right? that the blond couldn't hurt him. in the briefest moments of lucidity, he clings to that reminder.]