( It's fine. That's what kimonos are for, right? Or something. Steak doesn't much care either. He has all the access he needs, including the ability to wrap a hand around Dohalim's cock and stroke in quick, rapid motions as he leans over the man, holding himself steady with one hand, hips moving slower as he changes his position. Though hitting the brakes on his speed means that each thrust is, indeed, harder, the tip of his cock massaging that knot of nerves each time he buries himself to the hilt. )
I- I'm... ( He doesn't get his words out, a gasp mixing into a low curse as he peaks deep inside the other man, twitching and throbbing right against that sensitive spot, his hand curling into the bed as the other continues to roughly stroke Dohalim off, head bowed but still remaining conscious of the spikes of his horns. Still keeping just enough distance to avoid any sort of disaster there. )
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I- I'm... ( He doesn't get his words out, a gasp mixing into a low curse as he peaks deep inside the other man, twitching and throbbing right against that sensitive spot, his hand curling into the bed as the other continues to roughly stroke Dohalim off, head bowed but still remaining conscious of the spikes of his horns. Still keeping just enough distance to avoid any sort of disaster there. )