[that movement jump-starts his hands, at least. Fingers lace with his and he's pleased to entwine them more fully, the gesture sweet and warm as any other. A soft noise escapes when he's pulled into that kiss though, tongue meeting the intruding one; he can still taste a little of himself there, he thinks...

It breaks before he can be completely overwhelmed, at least. Gepard may have significant stamina and endurance, but he can admit to still feeling... rather overstimulated in this moment. The mess on him isn't yet uncomfortable, but it's rapidly leaning that way as it cools.]

I... [He wants to accept, without hesitation. As it stands, he nuzzles Dohalim in turn.] do you think it's a safe enough choice...? I do find myself loath to leave you, nor cause you trouble... although, I think I'll need to clean up soon...

[God, he's such a mess right now, actually. Heaven help him when he tries to get up, too. Gepard can handle most everything, but had they been as gentle as would probably be smart? Maybe not.]