[Gepard still struggles to keep track of every thought as Dohalim moves, his gaze half-hidden behind long lashes as he watches. he looks as good as he feels, and there's a faint inhale when that bulge presses against his thigh. ah... he really does need some help, doesn't he?]

Dohalim...

[he takes each implication in stride, thinking on it all. the idea of it not being a one-time thing... ah, what an exhilarating thought. there's a lot he only knows in passing, but when it comes to this...

when it comes to the thought of Dohalim's mouth on him, his hands touching all over, can he claim not to be almost... impatient for it? the idea of being coveted is new, and hearing that the redhead has wanted it for so long?]

... It isn't too much. [there's that breathiness to his voice again, hands reaching up to cup Dohalim's face gently.] I'm able to handle being a little overwhelmed, you know... but I want all of this. I can't... begin to say how long I've wanted to admit how I feel to you, let alone be here.

[even if he didn't know what to expect, that thought has been there for a long time. he'd just thought he was too old, or too rigid, or too... something. anything. Dohalim deserves so much more than his clumsy inexperience. but if he'll have him...]