[there's something depravedly beautiful about listening to Dohalim, vulgar words falling from his lips the same way they'd slipped from his own. perhaps depraved is the wrong word... but it comes to mind regardless. even so, he can feel the way his cheeks heat up again as Dohalim peers down at him, asks so sweetly but so plainly what Gepard wants. asks, ultimately, if he can finish inside.
honestly, nothing could change the answer for the blond, especially not now.]
Haaah... ah... y-yes... please...
[he clings to the words as he clings to Dohalim himself, wondering just what to expect. well, no. he has a good idea what to expect, given how hot his own pre has been on his belly, but still. the want to know is there, to feel it pouring inside him, preferably as he cums in turn.]
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honestly, nothing could change the answer for the blond, especially not now.]
Haaah... ah... y-yes... please...
[he clings to the words as he clings to Dohalim himself, wondering just what to expect. well, no. he has a good idea what to expect, given how hot his own pre has been on his belly, but still. the want to know is there, to feel it pouring inside him, preferably as he cums in turn.]