( yeah, this really isn't fixing the problem erupting in his pants. if anything, the contact, the teasing swipe of Dohalim's tongue, only make that problem worse. only heat him up further as he takes a step forward, blind to anything but the fact that he wants this, right now, that there's no possible way he could get close enough to Dohalim to satisfy his needs.
not with all these damn clothes in the way. )
Wh...Why? ( that seems like a whole load of walking when there are perfectly good walls just a step away. wouldn't it be so much easier to let Steak drop his glass on the counter they pass between kisses — his lips now skimming over Dohalim's jawline — and continue blindly walking into the nearest wall. his hands work open the folds of fabric around Dohalim's legs, a knee slipping between them as his nails graze a thigh. )
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not with all these damn clothes in the way. )
Wh...Why? ( that seems like a whole load of walking when there are perfectly good walls just a step away. wouldn't it be so much easier to let Steak drop his glass on the counter they pass between kisses — his lips now skimming over Dohalim's jawline — and continue blindly walking into the nearest wall. his hands work open the folds of fabric around Dohalim's legs, a knee slipping between them as his nails graze a thigh. )