[instinct is certainly serving him well. Dohalim picks up the pace again and the guardsman's head falls back, practically drowning in the sensations. At the very least, he supposes, he can count himself lucky... no one knows what he sounds like in the middle of being fucked, and he certainly doesn't sound like the calm, collected captain.]
Do—halim— haah... ah...
[The feeling of just losing sight of everything else he focuses on is... nice. It's cathartic to not have to think about the things he's lost, the measures of his duty and his people. Like this... maybe he deserves this, even a little. With someone he's cared about for longer than he'd dare to admit... to know that it's now known and reciprocated—
A hand pushes down in his thigh and he hitches a breath, peering up in the swimming clarity he's managed to claw hold of. Dohalim is just so— hot and thick, and he thinks he can almost feel every inch as it opens up his insides to fit him. Every shiver should probably be alarming, every hazy thought, but he... likes it. It's safe with Dohalim. He can be himself, emotional and soft and - perhaps - just a little needy...]
Do—ha— more... [His voice is plaintive; it'll be overwhelming, but he wants it. Besides, the redhead finds his mark, and that alone makes the blond arch up sharply, vice actually, truly echoing in the room.] Ah—haaah... haah... ag-again... I'm so close...
[He can feel heat pricking the corners of his eyes again, but he doesn't mind. Maybe later he will, but right now all that matters is getting dragged to the point where he can't think of anything else. Nothing but the man above him, inside him.]
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Do—halim— haah... ah...
[The feeling of just losing sight of everything else he focuses on is... nice. It's cathartic to not have to think about the things he's lost, the measures of his duty and his people. Like this... maybe he deserves this, even a little. With someone he's cared about for longer than he'd dare to admit... to know that it's now known and reciprocated—
A hand pushes down in his thigh and he hitches a breath, peering up in the swimming clarity he's managed to claw hold of. Dohalim is just so— hot and thick, and he thinks he can almost feel every inch as it opens up his insides to fit him. Every shiver should probably be alarming, every hazy thought, but he... likes it. It's safe with Dohalim. He can be himself, emotional and soft and - perhaps - just a little needy...]
Do—ha— more... [His voice is plaintive; it'll be overwhelming, but he wants it. Besides, the redhead finds his mark, and that alone makes the blond arch up sharply, vice actually, truly echoing in the room.] Ah—haaah... haah... ag-again... I'm so close...
[He can feel heat pricking the corners of his eyes again, but he doesn't mind. Maybe later he will, but right now all that matters is getting dragged to the point where he can't think of anything else. Nothing but the man above him, inside him.]