[fingers wrap around his cock to stroke it, and Gepard can only cry out again, hips rocking and shifting into both motions. Oh, that's a lot to handle, but it really is the best feeling somehow. His cock was already still a bit sensitive, but now it aches for release with every snap of hips and shift of hands.
And he really can't help it. In the face of Do's vulgarity, praising him for taking him so well and for how good he feels, Gepard can't help but feel shy in turn. There's no need to act on it, of course - it's just there in the way he pitches his head or covers his face, and still his expression is so deeply wanton that it's impossible to misinterpret. He didn't imagine the other Renan could be so vulgar, but it's... exciting. Even if he's not the only one to hear it, knowing he's reduced the redhead to this just with his body is enough.
His own... well, he can actually feel the tears threatening to overwhelm him now, hot and suffocating as every second of waiting for orgasm seems to be. Dohalim's name falls from his lips, pleading and wanting and altogether sweet, brief exhales occasionally still bearing some vulgar words or a plea.
All at once, the pace stops; his body ceases being shaped and stirred in favor of being purely spread open, and oh. it's absolute bliss, heat pouring into his hole, his entire body trembling and arching up as his cock throbs in Dohalim's hand. That's a little embarrassing, too - there's just so much, cum splashing hot and slick against pale skin as the other's fills him, hole squeezing as if to milk him off every drop on pure instinct. His breath suddenly sounds so loud to himself, every gasp and moan and murmur almost deafening in the relative quiet of the aftermath.
They... really did this. Truly. It only dawns on him as his orgasm comes to an end, and as he looks between them, it's— a lot. Do's hips press flush to his, pale thighs spread wide around them, and the undeniable trail of white streaking over his chest and stomach leading to his own dick, squeezed in dark fingers... there really is no going back now. There never was, but now? Gepard doesn't think he could go back to just being a guard for this man, now. His body aches from the exertion, cheeks red from the embarrassment and excitement both, and he'd like to pull him down into more of those sweet kisses, but his whole body seems to have other plans.
That is to say he's not able to get his arms to listen; they don't seem to want to move, and maybe that's a fear of breaking the moment. It feels like if he moves, even to pull the younger man into a kiss, that will start some kind of clock, pushing them back toward propriety and their abandoned posts and duties sooner.
So, he doesn't. Chest heaving softly, Gepard stays as he is, reveling in the feeling as adrenaline fades. And in that moment, he's truly vulnerable, expression unguarded and sweet.]
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And he really can't help it. In the face of Do's vulgarity, praising him for taking him so well and for how good he feels, Gepard can't help but feel shy in turn. There's no need to act on it, of course - it's just there in the way he pitches his head or covers his face, and still his expression is so deeply wanton that it's impossible to misinterpret. He didn't imagine the other Renan could be so vulgar, but it's... exciting. Even if he's not the only one to hear it, knowing he's reduced the redhead to this just with his body is enough.
His own... well, he can actually feel the tears threatening to overwhelm him now, hot and suffocating as every second of waiting for orgasm seems to be. Dohalim's name falls from his lips, pleading and wanting and altogether sweet, brief exhales occasionally still bearing some vulgar words or a plea.
All at once, the pace stops; his body ceases being shaped and stirred in favor of being purely spread open, and oh. it's absolute bliss, heat pouring into his hole, his entire body trembling and arching up as his cock throbs in Dohalim's hand. That's a little embarrassing, too - there's just so much, cum splashing hot and slick against pale skin as the other's fills him, hole squeezing as if to milk him off every drop on pure instinct. His breath suddenly sounds so loud to himself, every gasp and moan and murmur almost deafening in the relative quiet of the aftermath.
They... really did this. Truly. It only dawns on him as his orgasm comes to an end, and as he looks between them, it's— a lot. Do's hips press flush to his, pale thighs spread wide around them, and the undeniable trail of white streaking over his chest and stomach leading to his own dick, squeezed in dark fingers... there really is no going back now. There never was, but now? Gepard doesn't think he could go back to just being a guard for this man, now. His body aches from the exertion, cheeks red from the embarrassment and excitement both, and he'd like to pull him down into more of those sweet kisses, but his whole body seems to have other plans.
That is to say he's not able to get his arms to listen; they don't seem to want to move, and maybe that's a fear of breaking the moment. It feels like if he moves, even to pull the younger man into a kiss, that will start some kind of clock, pushing them back toward propriety and their abandoned posts and duties sooner.
So, he doesn't. Chest heaving softly, Gepard stays as he is, reveling in the feeling as adrenaline fades. And in that moment, he's truly vulnerable, expression unguarded and sweet.]