[It's sweet, really, if you ignore the parts borne of loneliness or desperation. Gepard can't help but laugh in spite of the awkward clinging, just lying Dohalim back against a towel at first and peppering kisses to his lips, his jaw, his neck. Too soon, he has to pull back, cradling the younger man's cheek as he does.]

You haven't forgotten that my night is yours, have you...? I don't mind air drying, but I think we'd both find the bed more comfortable.

[It seems almost funny, how their roles have reversed so easily and comfortably. There's little surprise in it given how plainly sweet and nurturing Gepard has always been, but it seems this experience has also been just what he needed to allow himself to be more confident in his affection. It certainly helps that Do has made it so clear just how much he means to him.]