I suppose you will. [And the grin he shoots at the other man when he says this is verging on devilish. Dohalim would have known long before now that Red Wine would have no objections at all to being absolutely ruined, and Red Wine is very happy indeed that Dohalim enjoyed it too.
As for the discomfort...
He shakes his head and grasps his lover's wrist, leaning in as their hands are clasped between them and pressing a kiss to Dohalim's fingers in turn.]
Let it be. I want to remember having you inside me for a little longer.
[It will be something he won't soon forget and he has never minded the ache that lingers afterwards. The sign of time well spent, he thinks.]
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As for the discomfort...
He shakes his head and grasps his lover's wrist, leaning in as their hands are clasped between them and pressing a kiss to Dohalim's fingers in turn.]
Let it be. I want to remember having you inside me for a little longer.
[It will be something he won't soon forget and he has never minded the ache that lingers afterwards. The sign of time well spent, he thinks.]