[Red Wine hums, tilting his head into the touch. The comment on the amber only makes the colour grow all the more noticeable, the specks of it almost seeming to glow in response to the compliment. Much like Dohalim's eyes do when he's deep into the throes of his own arousal.]
I think you have, but I can stand to hear it again.
[As the other man knows, Red Wine can always stand to hear his praise directed at his appearance.]
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I think you have, but I can stand to hear it again.
[As the other man knows, Red Wine can always stand to hear his praise directed at his appearance.]
It only happens with you.