eggbowl | [Dohalim/Gepard] I don't know how to feel...

[Dohalim/Gepard] I don't know how to feel...

[Dohalim wouldn't necessarily call it a chaotic disarray currently, but the sudden departure of one of his captains is, understandably, enough to shake the knights. Serval was truly one of his best, and one who upheld his ideals of coexistence to their core. so it was a surprise to receive her resignation letter, and a quick word of appreciation for the opportunity to serve under him; before he could say anything to try to convince her to change her mind, she was off. though, Dohalim is sure that anything he could have said would have been met with decline. the Landaus, for all their loyalty in serving the il Qaras family for generations (despite their own nobility), are a stubborn folk, and once they've made up their mind on anything, there would be no convincing them of otherwise.

honestly, even if the decision was abrupt, Dohalim knows that she'll be fine. that isn't what's on his mind as he heads down the ornate hallway to the barracks. perhaps a visit paid by him will lift the knights' spirits, but really, he has every intention on seeing one person. Gepard... Serval is his sister, after all. he's not sure what the man is thinking, if he knew of her resignation long before she had made it official, or if this came to just as a surprise to him as everyone else. either way, it would be nice to see Gepard and offer whatever words he can to him.

of course, as soon as he enters the barracks, he's bombarded with questions and requests by the other guards, wondering just what will happen, and how Serval's unit will be taken care of. as much as he wants to brush them aside to look for Gepard, he just can't, in good faith, so it seems like he'll be here for a while. oh well, what kind of leader would he be if he didn't listen to his people?]

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[it all feels better than it has any right to; Dohalim's mouth is so warm, and the taste of him is more intoxicating than the wine could ever be. more than he could ever hope for. maybe that's wrong, but he just... he can't find it in him to care.

there's certainly no care to stop when the redhead makes that sound, muffled against his lips. firm hands pull his hips down and into the unmistakable bulge of his pants... and the sound Gepard makes is almost sinful really. to think, just his presence, just these small actions, could affect him this much... though he should have guessed, shouldn't he? it's not like the blonde is much less affected.

pulling away for breath, he gasps Dohalim's name, clumsy lips shifting to find his jaw, to follow the actions he's now seen. the guard captain may be innocent, but he's not a fool, and he does catch on quickly. too quickly, maybe; as his lips pick up the taste of his skin, hips roll down in turn, the heat of them both just... absolutely too intense. how is he supposed to stop now?]

[it certainly is a surprise how quick Gepard's picked up on everything, and how quick his hesitation had gone away. a part of Dohalim does worry about that, but it's such a small part that's overtaken by pleasure as the other man rolls his hips back down against him, pulling another groan from him. oh, that has no right feeling that good.

Dohalim's head tilts back, eyes half closed as Gepard drags his lips along his jaw. more thoughts come to him, of their bodies pressed against each other, tangled in one another as they drown in their lust for each other. thoughts wander to him inside Gepard and the other way around, and how good that must feel, to feel his warmth whether he's giving or receiving, how divine he must taste--]

Nn... G... Gepard, can I be so bold... As to ask if I can take you to bed?

[he simply can't hold back on his desires any longer. he wants to indulge in everything the man can offer him, he wants to hear more of him, he wants to see how he reacts to every single touch. he wants to get lost in passion with him, until all they can both think of is each other]

[he'll still stumble, he's sure, but... this is something he's wanted. maybe not this specifically, but every touch Dohalim has given him has spurred an equally good one in turn when Gepard tries it himself. that's enough. it's telling, too - thoughts of intimacy are not a commonality in the captain. he's not had enough to be out of his mind enough that they're completely uninhibited, either.

none of that stops the flush of his cheeks when Dohalim asks, truly asks, to take him to bed. there's no mistaking it, not even a little.]

Haah... ah... I would be... beyond pleased if you would. I only hope my inexperience isn't an issue...

[they've been educated enough, at least, that he isn't going to be completely floundering. besides, Dohalim will be leading, right? it'll be fine. just fine... especially since he wants nothing more than to feel those hands on him right now, unhindered by fabric.]

[Dohalim chuckles softly as he tilts his head back forward, nuzzling Gepard's warm cheek softly]

You are quite alright. Let me take care of you for the night.

[it's all the warning Gepard will get before Dohalim slides his arms under his thighs and hoists him up easily to carry him to bed. he could have easily let the man walk, but that would require the both of them to part, and honestly, Dohalim isn't so keen on doing so just yet.

it's a short distance to walk to his bed; he carefully tilts the other man back onto it and making sure he's comfortable before he pulls away. there's quick work with doing away with Gepard's shoes (thankfully he doesn't have to worry about the intricacies of the guardsman's armor when it comes to his footwear), tossing them to the foot of the bed before he joins him. he climbs into bed, nudging Gepard's thighs apart slightly so he can nestle in between them.

he looks down at the man, eyes lit with anticipation; he shouldn't be so excited, but Gepard just looks so enticing. leaning forward, Dohalim drags his hands up his thighs, to his hips, sliding his fingers under his shirt to push the hem up. he's seen Gepard's body, but not this closely, only from a distance when he's visited the training grounds. he would always sneak glances over at the man, watch the way his muscles would move and flex. so to see him up close...]

...I feel I should remind you that you can stop me at any time if it gets to be too much. Only because... I'm not sure I'll be able to stop myself at this point.

[he has to be honest with him. Dohalim is beyond trying to tell himself that this is a bad idea, that they shouldn't cross this line. they've already crossed that the moment he'd brought him here, after all. but if Gepard does want to stop, even if it's in the middle of everything, Dohalim would respect his wishes]

If you insist...

[Oh, but being lifted so easily does things to him. It's never been a question of whether the man was strong enough - they've seen each other train enough times to know they're both plenty strong - but actually being picked up—

As he's laid in bed (a strange thought, still), he ignores the urge to reach out, to help in some way. What would he do, anyway? Help remove his shoes? The other seems fine right now, and he did agree to let him take care of him.

Dohalim looks... radiant above him, positioned between his knees. It's a little embarrassing, but only in the briefest moments of vulnerability. Hands drag over his thighs and they elicit a shivery gasp, a noise that's echoed inv the way his belt moves when his shirt pushes above it. He's hardly self-conscious about his looks, but being observed like this...

He's a soldier, after all. And as one who also fights with his hands, there's no surprise he's covered in scars. Many are remarkably small, all well healed - a testament both to his skill and the skill of their healers.]

Haah... I'll... keep it in mind... and if there's anything I can do to help, just... tell me.

[If he's honest, he doesn't know if he could tell him to stop. The idea of being treated this way is entirely too pleasant - at least with Dohalim. They've most certainly crossed a line, but... it's too late to worry about it now.]

[as Dohalim pushes Gepard's shirt up higher, his eyes and fingers trace over those faint scars, barely noticeable in the dim light. a testament to his loyalty, that he'll do anything to protect him, his people, his realm and his ideals. Dohalim isn't sure he deserves that loyalty, be it from a soldier, or a friend, but that's a thought that he won't entertain at the moment]

Lift your arms up for me.

[he doesn't ask for much more help as he slides the shirt off once Gepard heeds his request. tossing the shirt to the corner of his bed, Dohalim pushes himself back up to his knees, to trail his gaze along Gepard's toned body, to commit to memory every single curve of defined muscle. oh, seeing the man up closer like this, laid out under him, with this perfect physique...]

Truly beautiful.

[there isn't much room left for conversation as Dohalim leans in again, lips trailing more kisses and nips along Gepard's neck, before slowly moving down. his hands follow along, tracing along those faint scars. he's trying not to overwhelm Gepard, but he wants to see him squirm, wants to hear him call out his name]

[warmth travels over him, partly from Dohalim's hands and partly just... from the pleasant sensation of being touched. Gepard's breathing picks up just a little, and his response to the words is as simple as a nod and then following them. Really, it's the only testament to his distraction, focus fully on the man above him.

Again, his cheeks flush deeply at Dohalim's compliment, at the way the younger man looks him over, fully in appreciation.]

I'm glad you— approve... mmnh...

[He really is sensitive, especially around the neck, and it's not long at all before his breath gasps and hitches with each little movement. Overwhelmed... no, he doesn't think so. It's different, but pleasantly so.]

Doha—lim—

[Oh, his voice is breathier than he expected. The other will get his wish almost immediately, attention paid to a body unfamiliar with it serving to get him trembling. Lips blaze a searing path over him, and Gepard can't help the way his fingers thread through red locks, kneading and twitching, occasionally tugging faintly in something like yearning.

And before long, there's a little whine that joins every gasp and groan. Does he know what he wants? Not precisely, but it doesn't stop him.]

Do— [another gasping groan, and he's pretty sure he can't manage the man's full name anymore. Is that too quick...?] Do, please... I want... I...

[He's not so overwhelmed as to be concerning, more than he's just... running aground against his own inexperience here. It's not unreasonable that he doesn't have the words to ask for what he wants.]

[the hands in his hair only encourage Dohalim more, wanting to pull more of those soft sounds from Gepard, wanting to hear his name spoken in such a tone. every move he makes, every kiss planted on pale skin is of reverence and admiration, as if he's silently worshiping him. oh, but a well defined body does so many things to him...

Dohalim lifts his head up slightly, eyes almost glowing with desire. he'd almost made it to Gepard's navel before letting out his needy plea; Dohalim is sure that he wouldn't really be able to say what he wants, but he can sure guide him along]

What do you want me to do, Gepard? Would you like me here-- [he runs his tongue along a nipple, once] --Or would you like me here?

[he palms the growing bulge in Gepard's pants, cupping him firmly. amber eyes watch for every reaction, relishing in the fact that he's done so little for such a response. honestly, he can ignore his own neglected need right now, if it meant he could watch Gepard like this. though, it isn't to say he's not teasing him a little, either. maybe he just wants to see him squirm a little more]

What are-

[his voice rises significantly when that tongue lathes over his nipple, just once - he can feel the way his dick twitches in his pants in response, and it is... terribly embarrassing somehow. it's only made worse by the heat of a hand over that bulge, breath exhaled in a shudder.]

I don't- [know, he doesn't finish, a whine escaping his lips. where? he wants him everywhere, he just-- just wants him, more deeply than he's wanted almost anything in his life. cheeks practically beet red again, he covers his face with one hand, hips squirming against the firm pressure.] Just- I want it all, I don't know.

[he feels totally out of sorts, but it's really a pleasant thing. he can't say he normally likes being teased, but even that's just... oh, it's quite nice, if he's honest.]

There-- if I... if I have to choose.

[at least if he's there, his pants will be out of the way soon, right? he's aching too much to think beyond to what that may mean.]

[he'll give the man everything he knows and doesn't know that he wants. Dohalim will make absolute sure of that. but he wants this to last, he wants to prolong this, to bask in Gepard's presence, to hear those sounds coming from him. right now, he's more melodic than anything he's heard of before, and he only has to wonder what he'll sound like in the height of climax.

for now, he exhales a soft laugh, nodding]

As you wish. And don't you worry, I'll give you everything you want.

[Dohalim's voice is low and sultry, dripping with desire. the taste of Gepard's skin on his tongue is delectable already, but he wants more. he wants to taste more of him, drink him in. he only hopes that it won't be too much for the other man.

dipping low again, Dohalim trails more kisses down, now pairing them with sharper nips. hands slide down to Gepard's belt, and while he has an issue with dressing up and down himself, a simple belt is easy enough to navigate. he makes quick work of undoing it, as well as undoing his pants, before tugging them down enough to finally free his cock. as he shifts down lower, Dohalim lets his breath ghost over the length, and drags his tongue up the underside of the shaft. just once, like his nipple, but more to let Gepard get used to the feeling, and to let him catch up with what's about to come next]

Don't laugh-- you're enjoying this too much...

[he's not mad about it though, not really. as embarrassing as it is, Gepard can't mind it when it comes from Dohalim. that... says some things, probably.]

Ah--haah... D-do...

[lips and teeth graze over toned skin and the squirming comes back with each one, pleasant little noises on his lips. focus is... difficult, to say the least, but he exhales a shuddering groan when Dohalim finally manages to get his belt off and pull his pants down enough to free him. his cock stands proud, pre already beading at the tip, and it feels... entirely too hot, really. that's probably just the anticipation.

that anticipation is taken by soft surprise, a jolt of his hips as breath ghosts over his length, followed by the heat of his tongue. he can't describe the noise it drags out of him, but it leaves him primed for more, peering down at Dohalim through the shade of his hand.]

What... ah... you don't...

[have to? but Gods, he wants it. he needs this teasing to end, but does he really want it to?]

[it's as if Dohalim is reading Gepard's mind; he huffs out another small laugh as he presses a kiss to his cock]

I don't have to? But Gepard, I've wanted this for so long... You wouldn't deny your lord something he wants, correct...?

[lifting his head up, he runs his tongue along the tip, savouring the taste of him. he lets out a soft hum, lapping up precum, amber eyes locked onto sapphire. he wants to watch Gepard as he unravels, as he slowly picks apart his stoicism. he wants to see nothing but pure bliss on his face, he wants to hear him scream out his name without care of who could hear outside his room]

You taste divine.

[with that being said, Dohalim wraps his lips around the head, before slowly dipping his head down, swallowing Gepard's cock inch by inch. the length is nothing to laugh at, but he manages to hilt him completely down his throat; he keeps himself there for a moment. partly because he likes the feeling of his cock stretching his throat, and partly because he wants Gepard to get used to the feeling of it all]

Doha—lim— don't—

[It's such a struggle to form words as the redhead teases him. He looks... Gods, he looks beautiful there, but when doesn't he?]

Don't bring— nngh!— d-duty into this... you're the one that I...

[It's not that he would deny his lord anything, but it leaves a little bit of an uncertainty there. If his lord were someone else, if they had him like this... could he say no? He'd just rather not think about it.

He can't look away, even as his cheeks remain devastatingly hot in response to the sight. Trained on each other, everything feels so much more intimate. And his gaze trembles slightly in the face of every overwhelming sensation, twisting up in pleasure he doesn't know how to contain or what to do with.]

Ah-haaah... D-do... 'm glad—

[it'd be awfully awkward if he didn't like the taste, after all. But oh, the heat of him... Gepard can already barely control his volume, but as every inch sinks deeper into that warmth, he has to exhale a sharp curse. He's not small, he knows that much, so for Dohalim to take it all down is... impressive, to say the least.]

I... ah... fuck— doesn't that— isn't it uncomfortable?

[He can feel the way his cock is stretching Do's throat, even if he can't quite see it. It's tight, hot, alarmingly addictive; the blonde has to wonder how he'd even come to manage it. There's no jealousy in it, no worries over his bed mates (what right could he possibly have to complain anyway?), just... curiosity.

As much curiosity as he can muster as his hips tremble and shift. The urge to buck up is surprisingly strong, but he won't risk harming the redhead.]

[if this were any other time, Dohalim would think on what Gepard was trying to say. but he's entirely too distracted by the dick in his mouth, and the way that the blond is trying to talk. honestly, he should just be relaxing into this, though it's still a little amusing. and maybe a little cute, as well.

as for his own comfort, Dohalim doesn't pulls his head up, but hums softly around Gepard's cock. the teasing look on his face melts just a little bit into the pleasure of it all, everything becoming a little hazier as he tries to breathe around the length pressing against his throat. ah, it seems that, even when he's the one in control, his preferences still manage to peek through. he'll entertain the idea of Gepard having his way with him another time, however. tonight, it's about him.

reaching for one of Gepard's hands, Dohalim takes it and guides it to the back of his head, as if to tell him to push his head down, to really hilt himself in his mouth. perhaps he can indulge in this for a moment...]

[well, it's as clear a response as any, isn't it? Gepard gives up on the idea of speech then, watching the haze of pleasure meld onto his face. no, this clearly isn't painful for him. does it really feel that good? the blonde can only guess...

his breaths are already turning ragged before Dohalim reaches for a hand, and his expression is curious and questioning as he follows its guide. he... ah. he really wants him to...? it would be a lie to say he's not nervous at the thought, but... the redhead knows what he wants, doesn't he?

strong fingers curl in wavy hair, still a little unsure, somehow sweet in its kneading motions. it's more for him than the other, really, that he gives him plenty of time to respond... but after a moment, he gives a bracing breath and tightens his grip a little, hips lifting as that hand pulls down. it's- excruciating, almost; he'd thought for sure that all of it was in before, but the choked groan he exhales proves otherwise. fuck, fuck...

there's a sense of difficulty too, in making sure he's focusing on the other Renan. that he'll see it immediately if he recoils, if something seems off or too much or... he doesn't know. anything. the action itself doesn't come naturally in the first place, but he wants to please.]

[with his head pressed down and his breath cut off a little more, Dohalim's eyes flutter for a moment, letting himself slip more into his lust. he's going to have to come up for air eventually, but he'll relish in the feeling of his mouth being otherwise preoccupied. and now that Gepard had picked up on what he wanted... there's a choked off groan Dohalim lets out when the other man shifts his hips up.

it's when the lightheadedness finally comes and stars start to form in his view that Dohalim does lift his head up, lips wrapped tightly around the shaft as he slips the blond's cock out his mouth. strings of precum and saliva snap as he lets the head pop free; he's left gasping lightly for air as he looks up at Gepard again. eyes are half closed and glassy, cheeks flushed red under dark skin, and there's a yearning on his face for more. he's so painfully hard from even just that, and he has to wonder just how far Gepard is willing to go]

Mm... Don't be afraid to lose yourself a little... You won't hurt me.

[Dohalim's voice is soft and husky, and he doesn't elaborate before he wraps his lips around the head again. he doesn't move just yet, continuing to watch Gepard, to see what he'll do next, if he'll even make a move]

I'm not...

[there's a pause as Gepard assesses everything. as he looks over Dohalim, lips wet with precum and saliva, his expression so... fully immersed in want and lust. the sound of his voice is absolutely tantalising, and as those beautiful lips wrap around the head of his cock again... ah.

the blonde nods, faintly.]

... I'll try. For you.

[if... if he likes it this way, the least he can do is try it, right? he trusts Dohalim, especially with his own body. so... he'll try. shifting to sit up on his elbow a little, his free hand glides over the redhead's cheek and up to his hair.

and, slowly, Gepard pulls Dohalim down, hips rising up to meet his face. it's more deliberate this time, his attention more focused on his lord's expressions. there's still a little hesitation there, but more fascination by far. (he'd be lying, too, to claim it doesn't feel amazing.)]

[Dohalim lets himself be pushed down easily, cock slipping down his throat with no hesitation at all. his tongue runs along the underside, following veins and pressing against it, as if trying to coax out more pre for him to lap up. oh, he'd been fantasising about doing this with Gepard for so long that actually doing it now seems like such a fever dream.

not moving his head away and letting the other man do what he wants with him, Dohalim props himself up on his elbows, enough that he can tug the other Renan's pants down a little more. he really should get them off at some point so he doesn't accidentally get any sort of mess on them, but he'll worry about it later. he tugs them down enough to let a hand slip in, pressing a thumb against Gepard's taint, to encourage him to move him more. to have his way with him, even if it's just for a moment.

if he had it his own way, he'd have the man throatfuck him until he can't speak anymore, but... not yet. not when the man is trying to get used to even this. but hopefully, someday, they could work up to that. the both of them are so deep into this now, and so deep into each other that this can't just be some sort of one night stand, he thinks]

[being who he is, it'll likely be a long path. Gepard is cautious and gentle almost to a fault, which makes even this much a testament to his trust in Dohalim when it comes to his own body.

There's a pause when hands tug at his pants, pulling them down toned legs a little further, and the blonde stows the slightly self-conscious feeling it brings up. At least, he's trying... the sound he makes when Dohalim's thumb brushes his taint is downright sinful, hips twitching and squirming half away and half toward the feeling.]

D-do...

[It's a whine, as he tries to intuit what the movements are telling him to do. He wants... he wants to feel more, but is that right? The man's made no move to pull away from his dick, and he still seems most elated when it's practically choking him. There's so much to learn all at once, but his body is already primed and ready.

Is obvious in the way his cock twitches in its warm confines, the sheer amount of pre that pours from the tip and into his mouth.]

I... nngh... I can't...

[He can't hold back much longer. His grip loosens a little, fully intending to let Dohalim pull away before his orgasm hits. It certainly doesn't occur to him that the redhead might want to swallow it all.]

[Dohalim's next movements are contrary to what Gepard is thinking; at first it seems like he's heeding his warning as he pulls his head up, only to drop it back down. it's the only warning he gets before Dohalim sets a pace, sucking almost hungrily, humming around Gepard's cock. every time he drops his head, he swallows the length down his throat just as easily as before, his fingers now moving up to gently fondle his balls. Dohalim had been worried about overwhelming the man, but now, since he's so close, he wants to bring him to orgasm, wants to hear him in his bliss and pleasure.

if he was in a messier mood, he'd pull his head back at the peak of the blond's orgasm and let him cum all over his face, but... this is different. everything about this is different. Gepard isn't just another one of his courtesans who know his preferences inside and out. and maybe Dohalim's a little worried about what Gepard would think about said preferences, if he would look at him differently. he'll tuck that thought away for now, however, as his head dips back down again, lips tight around the shaft as he works Gepard. and really, he wants to taste more of him, he wants to swallow every last drop of cum he can give him]

[there's no time to question it, less still to protest in any way. Dohalim sets his pace and all Gepard can do is follow through in it. his hands, his mouth - he's entirely too skilled at this. it's absolutely overwhelming... but the blond can't say he minds.

of course, he can't say he's thinking much at all. everything is all instinct in that moment, from the way his hips twitch and jolt to the way his fingers twist just a little harder (too hard, he'll think later) in soft hair. the redhead's name falls brokenly from his lips, and it feels like mere seconds before he's thrown over the edge.

the other Renan will probably be pleased, and Gepard absolutely mortified later, as strong hands pull his face down into his hips, kneading and tugging at hair as his body trembles in orgasm. the sounds he makes are all entirely too loud too, practically echoing in the room. it feels... he can't even describe how good it feels, heat pouring into the warmth of his mouth, down his throat. he... he'd said he'd be fine, right? that the blond couldn't hurt him. in the briefest moments of lucidity, he clings to that reminder.]

[Dohalim lets out a soft, pleased hum at the tug of his hair and press of his head as Gepard cums, not even making a move to pull away as he swallows every spurt down his throat. the taste of him on his tongue is exquisite, salty and sweet at the same time. he honestly can't get enough of it, and he can't get enough of the blond. and those sounds... like music to his ears, more melodic than anything he's ever written or created. he wants to hear more of them, he wants the walls of the palace to remember what Gepard sounds like in the throes of passion.

but Dohalim also doesn't want to overwhelm him more than he probably already is; his hands slide back up to gently rest on the other man's chest, thumbs rubbing small circles on heated skin in an attempt to soothe. it's when Dohalim thinks he's swallowed down every bit of Gepard that he lifts his head up again, a pleased smile on his face as he licks his lips]

Hm... I take it back. Even divinity is not enough to describe you. You are magnificent.

[dipping his head back down, Dohalim peppers soft kisses along Gepard's navel, up to his chest. moving, he can definitely feel the ache of his own still hard cock, but he won't ask Gepard to relieve it. not when he's sure the man is a little worn out. and the way he does want to relieve himself... he's not sure Gepard would be ready for that... so he'll figure it out later]

[There's almost a moment of panic when he comes down a little; even through the haze of Dohalim's enthusiastic work, worry and embarrassment creep in just a little. His grip loosens even though the redhead makes no attempt to move, a murmured apology on his lips.

But... hands soothe up his torso, and even without him pressing down he stays there. It seems... it seems the young lord was being quite earnest. And he, in turn, finds himself a little sensitive by the time the man pulls away, breath slowing to faintly shuddery pants.]

I'm... you are too kind. [He still wants to ask, to ensure he's alright, but...] that was... I don't think I have the words.

[It's written all over his face, though. His cheeks are still pink, but there's a relaxation to him that's rare to see, at best. It flickers with still lingering want as Dohalim kisses his way up his chest, fingers sliding down the man's back as he moves upward.

... and of course, despite his currently softening cock and the pleasure of orgasm, he hasn't forgotten Dohalim's own need. He's not stupid, and he still wants to...]

I... [how does he say it? Gepard isn't unused to feeling clumsy, but... his voice is a little shy when he speaks.] is there still more you'd like to do? It... is quite early in the night, after all...

[kisses still trail upward until Dohalim gets to Gepard's neck, and even then, he doesn't stop them for a moment before he settles half on top of him. he's very well aware of the bulge in his pants pressing hard against Gepard's thigh; he shifts a little and lets out a soft groan. ah, he really should take care of that in a bit...

but Dohalim lets out a soft sigh, lifting his head up enough to look at the man under him]

Ah... There are... so many things I would like to do to and with you. However... I feel like it might be too much for our first time together.

[there are several implications here, including the fact that Dohalim doesn't want this to be a one time thing. he wants to feel inside him as well as feel the blond inside him as well, he wants those strong arms wrapped around him, pinning their bodies close together as they reach their climaxes together, he wants to yell out Gepard's name over and over again until it's the only thing he knows. but it would be too much, surely...]

If you would allow me to be honest... I want to take you completely. I want to be the one to covet you, I want to bury myself so deep in you. I've... Wanted it for so long... I've wanted you for so long.

But I can also understand if this is too much. You do not have to say yes.

[Gepard still struggles to keep track of every thought as Dohalim moves, his gaze half-hidden behind long lashes as he watches. he looks as good as he feels, and there's a faint inhale when that bulge presses against his thigh. ah... he really does need some help, doesn't he?]

Dohalim...

[he takes each implication in stride, thinking on it all. the idea of it not being a one-time thing... ah, what an exhilarating thought. there's a lot he only knows in passing, but when it comes to this...

when it comes to the thought of Dohalim's mouth on him, his hands touching all over, can he claim not to be almost... impatient for it? the idea of being coveted is new, and hearing that the redhead has wanted it for so long?]

... It isn't too much. [there's that breathiness to his voice again, hands reaching up to cup Dohalim's face gently.] I'm able to handle being a little overwhelmed, you know... but I want all of this. I can't... begin to say how long I've wanted to admit how I feel to you, let alone be here.

[even if he didn't know what to expect, that thought has been there for a long time. he'd just thought he was too old, or too rigid, or too... something. anything. Dohalim deserves so much more than his clumsy inexperience. but if he'll have him...]

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