[There's almost a moment of panic when he comes down a little; even through the haze of Dohalim's enthusiastic work, worry and embarrassment creep in just a little. His grip loosens even though the redhead makes no attempt to move, a murmured apology on his lips.

But... hands soothe up his torso, and even without him pressing down he stays there. It seems... it seems the young lord was being quite earnest. And he, in turn, finds himself a little sensitive by the time the man pulls away, breath slowing to faintly shuddery pants.]

I'm... you are too kind. [He still wants to ask, to ensure he's alright, but...] that was... I don't think I have the words.

[It's written all over his face, though. His cheeks are still pink, but there's a relaxation to him that's rare to see, at best. It flickers with still lingering want as Dohalim kisses his way up his chest, fingers sliding down the man's back as he moves upward.

... and of course, despite his currently softening cock and the pleasure of orgasm, he hasn't forgotten Dohalim's own need. He's not stupid, and he still wants to...]

I... [how does he say it? Gepard isn't unused to feeling clumsy, but... his voice is a little shy when he speaks.] is there still more you'd like to do? It... is quite early in the night, after all...