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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[There's so much he wants to say. He wants so badly to stop Dohalim, to melt into the aching sweetness of that kiss and just... admit so much... but it's not the place or the time. It may never be.]

I would never leave you off my own volition, Dohalim.

[It's so much admission so at once, melded into a phrase spoken carefully plainly. If he could, he would turn the world upside down just to stay with him. If Do thinks he's being sentimental now...]

I— I'm not sentimental... [It's a miracle he doesn't huff.] must you tease me so? I can't even be mad at you when you say it so sincerely.

I know you wouldn't.

[little does Gepard know that Dohalim also has so much he wants to admit as well, but... he's not one to really show his emotions and lay them all out on the table for everyone to see. perhaps it's because he's not entirely too sure how, still, even to this day, having relied on his music when he was younger to do so. but he doesn't have that to rely on anymore, and there are just... so many things he wants to say to the man, but... this is already so much. to admit to more would be dangerous, he thinks.

so he'll more than settle for this. this is already so much more than he ever expected to transpire between them]

As for teasing you... You do make it awfully easy, from time to time. [Dohalim chuckles softly as he leans in to mutter in Gepard's ear] However, would you rather I tease you like this?

[he slides a hand down between them, palm lightly cupping Gepard's cock again, fingers subtly rubbing against the base]

That's hardly by design, you know...

[but he really is so easy to tease sometimes. Dohalim only leans harder into that, the brush of breath prickling his skin and the sound of his voice dragging a shiver through him.]

Doha--lim-

[his voice is so plaintive, a little whine in his tone as the redhead cups his cock, subtle rubbing all too plain to him. ah... ah. that is good, by the expression on his face.]

I can-- admit it's a little less-- embarrassing... haah... only a little...

[it's definitely enough to have his hands sliding up over the other's shoulders, fingers curling pleasantly around them.]

[humming softly, Dohalim leans in to pepper kisses along Gepard's neck, before biting down gently on soft skin. he's careful not to mark him too much, even though his uniform and armour will cover them, but for the guardman's sake, he'll try to be good. but... maybe just one... for his satisfaction... he bites down again, before sucking on the spot, humming softly when he pulls away to see the blooming redness starting to form under pale skin.

all the while, Dohalim's hand continues to tease Gepard, fingers going from gentle teasing to wrapping around the length to slowly stroke him to hardness again]

Hm... You are so responsive to every one of my touches, aren't you...

[if Dohalim were honest, though, if their roles were reversed, he's sure he'd be just as responsive. he'd been thinking about this for so long, after all, and he both does not want this night to end, nor does he want this to be a one-off. being with the man makes his heart flutter even just being around him, so for this... Dohalim knows he's about to fall even harder for Gepard]

D-do— wait—

[Oh, but he makes such a needy noise as teeth bite down on skin, a hand threading into soft locks amid a tremble that betrays his actual thoughts. It's unfair, being so... responsive. Do is just so adept at finding the right spots, and he can't even be mad at the ache left behind when he pulls away, angry red rising on soft skin.]

I— can't help it— mmnh... [He knows he'll struggle to recall everything Do does, at least enough to replicate it later... but he does intend to try. Right now, all he can think about is how good it feels, how hard he's getting in the younger man's grip.] You're... too good...

[His own movements are clumsy and directionless, but really, it's a miracle he can focus at all. He's considered something adjacent to this for so long too, albeit in reverse... maybe it was hubris, he thinks now, too think he could be so good for their first time together.]

Do... nngh... what else can I— do— for you...

[He's already getting so keyed up, and there's a sort of anxious energy that flows through him with nowhere to escape.]

Just enjoy yourself, for now. That's what you can do for me.

[leaning up, he pulls Gepard in for a deep kiss, tongue not waiting this time to be granted permission as he slips it past the other man's lips, humming into it. every part of him tastes so good that he's sure he won't get tired of drinking him in.

the kiss, as heated as it is, is very brief as Dohalim pulls away and pushes himself up onto his knees again. he moves himself around for a moment until he's settled in between Gepard's legs again, reaching over to the bottle he'd left aside earlier. he makes quick work with unstopping it, coating his fingers with the substance and stoppering it back and tossing it aside again, before slipping his other hand under Gepard's thigh and lifting his leg up enough so he can slip his hand underneath him]

Just relax for me.

[a slickened finger slips in between cheeks and rub against the tight ring of muscle, before slowly pushing in. in no way is Dohalim impatient, amber eyes watching for every movement and indication of whether or not he can continue, or if he should pull back]

That's n--

[Gepard practically melts into the kiss, tongue rising up to meet the intruding one as he relaxes back in spite of himself. he's never going to get used to that, let alone tired of it, he's sure. right now, it's enough to leave him panting when the redhead pulls back, half-lidded gaze turned upward. there's similarly no resistance as a hand pulls his leg up by a thigh, a shiver drawing through him in the anticipation of it all.]

I'll do my best...

[his body jolts when one finger slips between his cheeks, a hitch of breath pulled from him as it slowly pushes in. the sensation is-- awkward, but he expected that at least. the furrow of his brows is as brief as a breath, his eyes barely focused as the blond attempts to be both relaxed and aware. it's not that hard, especially when the discomfort fades after a short moment.]

[the hand holding onto Gepard's leg rubs small circles to soothe and relax him as Dohalim continues to push his finger in slowly. there's so much him resisting the urge to prep him quickly, but he can be patient. he's waited this long, he can wait just a little longer. and really, watching Gepard slowly fall into pleasure is worth it, in any case. it's a little cute just seeing him walk the fine ledge before falling into the depths of passion, and Dohalim has to wonder just how long it'll be until it happens]

You're doing so well for me...

[words of encouragement, of course, to distract from the discomfort Gepard is no doubt feeling. but he really is doing well. when his finger bottoms out, he waits for a moment, to let the other Renan get used to the intrusion in him, before curling the digit slightly in search for his prostate. he wants to hear Gepard cry out for him again, to hear his name slip from his lips brokenly as the rest of his defenses crumble]

[It doesn't escape him that this is only one finger, nor that it currently feels so... big inside him. There's no end to his trust in the other man, but he can't help but wonder how he's going to manage anything actually bigger.]

Ah... haah... it's already so...

[deep? Strange? Gepard isn't sure what word to reach for, but it's not an unpleasant one. His body feels like it's throbbing pleasantly around the intrusion, leg threatening to tremble with the juxtaposition of soothing motions. No, definitely not unpleasant.

There is a little jolt when that digit curls inside him, a curious little whine on his lips. He wants to ask what he's doing, if that's... necessary, but his answer comes before his words.

It's hard to describe it in that moment; his whole body jumps and squirms and squeezes in response, cock aching against his stomach. He says something, but it feels like a garbled mess of noise instead of real words. The only one that's really audible is Dohalim's name, fingers and toes curling in the bed as the blond's unsteady gaze settles on him. What... what even was that?]

[with a reaction like that, it's hard for Dohalim to not grin mischievously, though he doesn't go straight into overwhelming Gepard just yet. but he's pleased he didn't have to go looking for that spot for too long, and his finger just stays pressed gently against it for a moment to let the man regain some composure]

Mm, that felt good, I wager.

[moving Gepard's leg so he can hook it over his shoulder, Dohalim pushes his hip up to get a better angle as he presses his finger against Gepard's prostate again, this time adding more pressure and rubbing small circles into the bundle of nerves. he tilts his head to rest against the blond's calf, pressing a soft kiss against it as he continues the ministrations]

[He can't find the words to answer Dohalim amid the sensation of everything, so Gepard simply nods in response. The sheer feeling doesn't really fade either, even as that finger rests inside him. How... indulgent and strange...]

What... haaah... what is...

[He only notices the movement of his own body almost distantly, leg hooking over a shoulder and hips rising up sweetly. It's no easier to focus on anything when Dohalim bears down on him again, either. To think he'd have such an easy weakness like this...

Arms fall back on the bed as the wherewithal to move them wanes, taken by the pressure and movement against his prostate. Even his eyes finally lilt closed, body trembling as warm lips press against his calf, hips shifting and rocking into the ministrations. This is... oh, it's wonderfully unfair, and some instinct draws one hand to his mouth to press the back of his hand into it. That doesn't mute his noises much, all whines and slurred mumbles of the redhead's name as his dripping cock pools liquid against his belly.]

[Dohalim doesn't answer Gepard, but only curls his finger just a little more. ah, even in his own wanton movements, he just looks so... so cute; not quite desperate for more but slowly inching towards it. the sounds he's making are just as cute, even if Gepard tries to mute them, and Dohalim isn't too worried about that at the moment. soon, he'll be able to hear more of them.

feeling the other man stretched out slightly around his finger, he slowly moves to push in a second one, careful to be mindful of any pain or discomfort and not wanting to take away any of the pleasure Gepard is feeling. digits scissor carefully as fingertips continue to rub against the nerves; Dohalim's eyes wander down to the blond's neglected cock. ah, already so hard and needy even after his first orgasm... a part of him wants to reach down, to gently stroke it, but he feels it might be too much for the captain at the moment. maybe he'll wait until he's gotten used to the sensations]

Are you feeling alright? This isn't too much for you, I hope?

[Dohalim isn't really expecting any coherent words, but he does want to make sure that Gepard is feeling good]

[it's not as awkward, he thinks, the second time. maybe that's just because he feels like he's losing his mind a little, body primed and wanting as agile fingers tease his prostate... it doesn't matter, he supposes. they scissor and Gepard's whines turn a little more wanton, head tilting back just so.

Dohalim speaks and it takes a short moment for the blond to respond, struggling to focus on his face before managing a nod. it's a little overwhelming, sure, but that's not a bad feeling. above all else, he doesn't want to stop.]

Do... please...

[the words are slurred and lazy, the way he presents himself shameless in his want.]

[oh, but it takes so much of him not to be so cruel and stop everything in hopes that he can get Gepard begging for more. Dohalim has to remind himself that this is more or less his first time, and expectations of what he can and can't get out of the man shouldn't be such a high bar. perhaps it's his own experience and preferences that almost make him forget that.

but really, Gepard is being so good, and he just looks so pretty. if he looks like this now, Dohalim can only anticipate how he'll look when he finally takes him]

Hm...? What would you like, Geppie?

[...okay, he can allow himself to be a little mean. he'll soon make it up to him, no matter the answer he gets, if he even gets one. Dohalim curls his fingers again, now slowly thrusting them in and out as he continues to stretch the blond, pressing against hot walls]

I-

[there's no way Do doesn't know what he's doing. not when he can see every reaction the blond makes to every single movement, the way his senses seem to depart with every new movement and sensation. something about that fact makes it somehow more enticing, more... intimate.

it doesn't really help him in finding words, though. his breaths feel so ragged, head dizzy, and still he doesn't want to stop.]

I... more...

[that's... about as much as he can gather, in the end. he can only imagine what he's going to be like when it's more than just the redhead's fingers inside him, deep and hot and thick--

subtly, he bites down on his knuckle, trying to find any way to keep his focus. it isn't helping.]

More? Hm, I suppose I could indulge in your request...

[though, he's still slow and thorough in stretching Gepard out. slow movements quicken ever so slightly, enough to push Gepard to that edge of madness, but not over it, not yet.

by the time he slips a third finger in, his own cock is painfully hard and pressing against the other's thigh, smearing precum on soft skin, but Dohalim is hardly paying attention to that. not when he has Gepard spread out so delectably in front of him, eyes flitting in and out of focus as he tries to keep together what little of himself he has left. oh, to be the first person to see him like this... Dohalim can't help but feel a certain sense of pride. nor can he feel a small sense of possessiveness, not particularly wanting anyone else to see Gepard in such a state.

though, that's a thought not appropriate at the moment.

when he finally things Gepard is stretched out enough, Dohalim reaches for the bottle and quickly slicks himself up, wanting to make sure that this is as easy for Gepard as he can make it. leaning over the man and lining himself up against his entrance, Dohalim leans in close to gently kiss the other with a small smile]

Are you ready?

Ah... haah...

[it feels like forever. his whole body feels like it's on fire and only getting worse as movements quicken, trembling at the slightest provocation. Dohalim could do just about anything to him in this moment, and he would probably thank him for it afterward.

there's barely a shift in his brows by the time a third finger slips in; everything feels so pleasantly spread open, warm and pliant, and knowing it's Dohalim above him... ah. what a wonderful knowledge that is. it only makes his anticipation for what's to come greater, even if he doesn't have the sense to demand anything more than he's given.]

Mmn... yes. Hurry...

[Gepard's voice is breathy and light when Dohalim's positioned against his entrance, muscle twitching impatiently. his kiss is still as soft and sweet and gentle as ever, but that impatience is starting to seep into the rest of him. trembling fingers shift to slide over his shoulders, curling against warm, dark skin.]

Someone is a little impatient...

[there's a soft chuckle in his voice; Dohalim isn't mad at him at all. in fact, he'd been getting impatient himself by the end of it but he knows he'll have to exercise just a little bit more as he finally pushes in. a part of him just wants to snap his hips forward, to bury himself deep in that sweet heat, but no, he doesn't want to hurt Gepard. not when the man has put so much trust in him.

inch by slow inch, Dohalim pushes in, sucking in shallow breaths through his teeth until he bottoms out. he lets out a soft moan against Gepard's ear before resting his forehead against his neck, and as much as he wants to move, to really give Gepard what he's been wanting to give him, he must wait. just a little longer, he suspects... he, by no means, is small, so he can only imagine just how much this must all feel like to the other man. but he'll wait as long as he wants him to]

Mm... You feel so good...

Ah-

[whose fault is that? Gepard can't even muster the words, especially as he finally pushes in. it's different from everything else. thick and hot, stretching him open an inch at a time... ah. though it threatens to pull the breath from his lungs, Gepard hangs on - it's not painful, after all.

it's just... a lot. he can feel the prickle of wet heat in his eyes as his breaths grow more ragged and shallow, until finally, the redhead bottoms out. ah... ah. he feels so full, and his fingers dig into Dohalim's back lightly. his face nuzzles against the other's, a warm groan escaping his lips.]

Haaah... haah... you too... so full...

[Dohalim shifts his hips ever so slightly, as if trying to push in just a little deeper, but aside from that, he remains still for the moment. he's been thinking about this for so long, but nothing in even his wildest imagination could prepare him for how... perfect this feels. as if they really were meant to be together like this. he only has to wonder if Gepard feels the same way.

lifting his head up, he peppers gentle kisses along the blond's face, so sweet in his movements. he really has taken him so well, hasn't he... Dohalim slides an arm under Gepard's neck as his other hand slides down to grasp onto the underside of his thigh, pulling his leg up just a little to angle him better. it's at that moment that Dohalim pulls his hips back, before slowly pushing in deep, groaning as he does so. he doesn't know how he's still being so patient with this when his need is yelling at him to go fast and hard, but it's Gepard, and not just some courtesan. it's not to say that he doesn't care about them, it's just... the man under him is different.

but he pulls back again, a little more this time, before snapping his hips forward a little sharper to test the waters. to see what reaction he gets out of Gepard this time, to see if he asks for anything more]

[every movement pulls little hitched breaths from the blond, his expression soft and happy between each sweet and gentle kiss. in spite of every ounce of discomfort, every other sensation was just... so much stronger. the fact that it was Dohalim above him, shifting his leg up or pulling him closer... ah, it's bliss.

the first movement earns him a deep groan, his cheeks heating up at the sheer feeling of it. maybe he'd expected some of it, but it's still better than he could have ever imagined. and then-- then he pulls back again, hips snapping forward, and the noise Gepard makes is absolutely sinful. oh, that's... oh...]

Do... haah... again... [it's-- better, isn't it? somehow it feels demanding, though really all he's doing is saying what felt best, right? either way, the other Renan has listened to him so far. surely, he'll understand how much it's necessary with the way Gepard clings to him, nails digging pleasantly into skin. as it is, he buries his face in Dohalim's shoulder, cheeks hot.] Fuck...

[Gepard may think it's demanding, but Dohalim can't help but oblige, especially with the way the man lets that curse slip. he's always so polite, well mannered and well spoken that hearing something so crude come from him is different. and while Dohalim himself isn't particular to swearing and only will when he's in the same position, he can't help but wanting to try to punch more of those curses out.

so he pulls his hip back even more, before snapping it back forward a third time. he lets out another groan himself, face pressed against Gepard's shoulder; he can't help but bite down onto pale skin as he tries to stifle himself. but how can he when the man just feels so good, so tight around his cock? his hand grips onto Gepard's thigh tighter, enough to probably leave a mark, as he pushes his leg back to angle him just a little more before setting a pace as he fucks the other man.

it's slow at first, slow enough to judge Gepard's reaction, but hard as he thrusts in deeply, wanting every inch of his cock buried deep within the man, to carve him out so his inside remember what he feels like. oh, these are thoughts he didn't think he'd ever have, but they only serve to motivate him into fucking the man harder]

[He'd intended to keep relatively quiet, knowing where he is and who he is. Rumors fly with little provocation, and he isn't sure if they can afford them. But as the redhead snaps his hips back in again, his cry is sharp and needy, almost echoing to his ears. Teeth bite down on his shoulder and any sense of control is lost in the moment.

He's able to focus just enough to mumble some incoherent thing, body shifting with the younger man's urging, trembling with every harsh snap of hips deep inside. Every thrust jolts him in place, breath coming in soft puffs and gasps as he's fucked. It still feels... sweet, somehow, in spite of it all. Well, in the moments between the utter urgency to be completely filled, muscles squeezing around the intruding cock as it bottoms out again and again. His own dick aches between his legs, smearing pre onto his skin with each jolt of hips.

Truthfully, he almost doesn't notice it in the midst of everything, the way his legs ache in the other's grasp, or the way one hand threads into soft hair to hold him more securely against bare skin. The pleasure is just too much; it's overwhelming in the best way, slowly stripping away every layer of propriety and control he has. He wants more, in some distant and greedy thought, utterly at the mercy of Do's own pace.]

[honestly, Dohalim should also be mindful of the noise the both of them are making for the exact same reasons; for him to be... galivanting with a guardsman, let alone a captain... the rumours that would fly about nepotism are ones that Dohalim doesn't want to have to deal with, and ones that Gepard shouldn't have to deal with.

but as he picks up his pace to punch out more of those sounds, Dohalim also finds that he doesn't care in that moment, that all he wants is to hear more of those sounds. to hear Gepard beg for more, beg for him (as much as he knows now, but his instincts are leading him in the right direction, at least)... at the moment, their positions or the line that divide them don't exist. at the moment, it's just the both of them in the throes of passion, desire for each other that they've been holding in now released. it's almost cathartic, in a way.

hand pushing down on the other man's thigh just a little more to angle his hips, Dohalim shifts himself before driving back in, to try to hit the bundle of nerves in Gepard again, to see what kind of sounds he can get out of him this time. to see his face melt in carnal bliss, to know that he's the first (and hopefully only) person to do this to and for him]

[instinct is certainly serving him well. Dohalim picks up the pace again and the guardsman's head falls back, practically drowning in the sensations. At the very least, he supposes, he can count himself lucky... no one knows what he sounds like in the middle of being fucked, and he certainly doesn't sound like the calm, collected captain.]

Do—halim— haah... ah...

[The feeling of just losing sight of everything else he focuses on is... nice. It's cathartic to not have to think about the things he's lost, the measures of his duty and his people. Like this... maybe he deserves this, even a little. With someone he's cared about for longer than he'd dare to admit... to know that it's now known and reciprocated—

A hand pushes down in his thigh and he hitches a breath, peering up in the swimming clarity he's managed to claw hold of. Dohalim is just so— hot and thick, and he thinks he can almost feel every inch as it opens up his insides to fit him. Every shiver should probably be alarming, every hazy thought, but he... likes it. It's safe with Dohalim. He can be himself, emotional and soft and - perhaps - just a little needy...]

Do—ha— more... [His voice is plaintive; it'll be overwhelming, but he wants it. Besides, the redhead finds his mark, and that alone makes the blond arch up sharply, vice actually, truly echoing in the room.] Ah—haaah... haah... ag-again... I'm so close...

[He can feel heat pricking the corners of his eyes again, but he doesn't mind. Maybe later he will, but right now all that matters is getting dragged to the point where he can't think of anything else. Nothing but the man above him, inside him.]

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