[Dohalim yearns for more than those gentle touches, loathing the fact that Gepard is being so cautious and hesitant. they both need to be so careful, now, it seems, especially when he himself is still so unsure about everything. he shouldn't even be alone up on the mountainside with someone who's accused of being an accomplice to his betrayal, but... how could he push Gepard away? how could he, when all he wants is to be so close to him, to never part from him?
thoughts shift back to the idea that this could all be a ruse to lure him into a false sense of security, before Gepard strikes, but again, Dohalim finds himself with the same train of thought as before. death... would be a permanent relief from his duties, after all...
not wanting to think on that anymore, he leans in to press his lips against the blond's, hand coming up to rest on his shoulder, as if to keep him from pulling away. if it seems like Dohalim's grip is a little desperate, it might just be his imagination, maybe]
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thoughts shift back to the idea that this could all be a ruse to lure him into a false sense of security, before Gepard strikes, but again, Dohalim finds himself with the same train of thought as before. death... would be a permanent relief from his duties, after all...
not wanting to think on that anymore, he leans in to press his lips against the blond's, hand coming up to rest on his shoulder, as if to keep him from pulling away. if it seems like Dohalim's grip is a little desperate, it might just be his imagination, maybe]