[as Gepard finally settles in and pulls Dohalim closer, it's easy to tuck himself into the other man, seeking as much warmth from him as possible. he... hadn't realised that even being held like this just feels so good, so comforting... it'll be hard to let this go, if it ever came down to it. had he really been so starved for this sort of touch? it seems like it]

This is fine. More than fine, if I may be honest.

[the warmth between their bodies and the duvet draped over them is almost enough to put Dohalim in a drowsy state, eyes slipping closed as he nuzzles into Gepard's neck. if he stays like this, sleep might come to him easily, for once. but that does remind him of something--]

...Also, forgive me if I wake you in the middle of the night. I... Tend to have a fitful sleep.