[the small, logical part of Dohalim's mind is telling him that they should quit while they're ahead, that this is dangerous in more ways than one. but he doesn't care, not when Gepard has him spread out like this, more experienced hands trailing along the spots that arouse him the most and the quickest. and with his tongue following... it's very clear how quickly he's unraveling.
the most Dohalim can do right now is press the back of his free hand against his lips, as if to silence any sounds that might come out. he has to keep telling himself that they're safe in this spot, that no one will find them. the path leading up to this spot is mostly hidden that he's sure no one else knows about it. so they're fine... and he doesn't want this to stop. he doesn't want this moment to end. because if and when it does, then that means he'll have to part ways with Gepard...
eyes squeeze shut to stem the rolling emotions that want to bubble over. no, he can't let them, and ruin this moment. but past his lips and the hand covering them, a shaky sigh slips, the only indication of those emotions]
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the most Dohalim can do right now is press the back of his free hand against his lips, as if to silence any sounds that might come out. he has to keep telling himself that they're safe in this spot, that no one will find them. the path leading up to this spot is mostly hidden that he's sure no one else knows about it. so they're fine... and he doesn't want this to stop. he doesn't want this moment to end. because if and when it does, then that means he'll have to part ways with Gepard...
eyes squeeze shut to stem the rolling emotions that want to bubble over. no, he can't let them, and ruin this moment. but past his lips and the hand covering them, a shaky sigh slips, the only indication of those emotions]