[and as dominant as Dohalim is currently feeling, he will always appreciate Red Wine's "spice". but it's also an appreciation that Dohalim pushes to the side for the moment as he continues to watch the man kneeling down in front of him; all he can think about really is that mouth around his cock and the ideas of what he could and wants to do to him.
Red Wine's brought him to ruin a handful of times, and every one of those times it felt like the trembling and shattering of earth rocking his very being. he wonders if he could do the same. no, he knows he can. it's just a matter of what, and how long the Food Soul can last before he's begging and pleading for release.
or, perhaps, maybe the opposite. make him come over and over again, but not truly giving him what he wants until he's desperate for him. oh, does he ever want to see Red Wine in such a state. hm, ideas, ideas.
with a comb of his fingers in Red Wine's hair, Dohalim tugs on it, pulling his head back]
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Red Wine's brought him to ruin a handful of times, and every one of those times it felt like the trembling and shattering of earth rocking his very being. he wonders if he could do the same. no, he knows he can. it's just a matter of what, and how long the Food Soul can last before he's begging and pleading for release.
or, perhaps, maybe the opposite. make him come over and over again, but not truly giving him what he wants until he's desperate for him. oh, does he ever want to see Red Wine in such a state. hm, ideas, ideas.
with a comb of his fingers in Red Wine's hair, Dohalim tugs on it, pulling his head back]
I want your clothes off and you on the futon.