[For all the strangeness of this, Dohalim had adapted wonderfully to this new shape as Red Wine had taken his time exploring it the night before. Enough that Red Wine is well prepared for the way his lover's hips surge under him and doesn't give Dohalim even a moment of respite from his teasing fingers.
But he wants more. He always wants more, and Red Wine has rarely refused him.]
Soon. [Refused? No, but he's still a tease. The Food Soul shifts himself up to press the head of his cock gently against Dohalim's heat, sliding the tip just between the folds and leaving it poised there as his fingers continue to rub and toy with the sensitive clit.
It's like he's waiting for something. His voice is a breathy murmur.]
We should... definitely do this again...
[He drops his head to his lover's chest and cups one breast with his free hand, gathering it up in his palm and closing his mouth around the nipple. There's the softest prick of sharp teeth against skin as he finally rolls his hips forwards, pressing in.]
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But he wants more. He always wants more, and Red Wine has rarely refused him.]
Soon. [Refused? No, but he's still a tease. The Food Soul shifts himself up to press the head of his cock gently against Dohalim's heat, sliding the tip just between the folds and leaving it poised there as his fingers continue to rub and toy with the sensitive clit.
It's like he's waiting for something. His voice is a breathy murmur.]
We should... definitely do this again...
[He drops his head to his lover's chest and cups one breast with his free hand, gathering it up in his palm and closing his mouth around the nipple. There's the softest prick of sharp teeth against skin as he finally rolls his hips forwards, pressing in.]