⌛ Who: Dohalim ilqaras, Luke re_sonate ⌛ What: Permanent Catch-All ⌛ When: Various ⌛ Where: Various; noted in threads ⌛ Warnings: Smut and other things probably
[Normally it isn't so easy for the other to manhandle him. Red Wine's physical strength far outstrips that of any mortal, but right now he's hardly in any fit state to be using it. Besides, he doesn't entirely want to, so when Dohalim pulls out of him (there's a whine of protest, at that) and promptly turns him over he goes along with the movements easily enough.
He laughs, a soft and breathless little 'hah' of defiance when Dohalim questions his limits. If it were Dohalim, Red Wine likely would have stopped a while ago... but Dohalim did have a tendency to lose himself in it all while Red Wine was still very, very much present. His spine dips, shoulders hunching as the press of fingers into him is all at once too much and not enough and his thighs tremble with the effort of keeping himself upright. He doesn't even try to move up off his elbows, dipping his head down to his wrists as he curls his fingers into the sheets.
The soft sound when he feels the head of Dohalim's cock at his ass again pitches up and cracks into a sharp moan when he's entered so roughly. His head lifts briefly, a flexing of the muscles across his back, then drops again.]
Fuck-- [He whispers. The cool, stickly slide of cum trailing down his chest from where it had pooled on his belly is all but ignored. How it slides down his thighs from where it leaves his body is, too, ignored. He should feel filthy - disgusting - and he might, once they're done, but right now...
Right now he's only this.]
Ah-- [What does he want? Does he even have the capacity to want anything?] Just fuck me, Do--
['make it hurt,' he says... Dohalim won't lie, a little part of him is worried that they might take it too far, that he might actually hurt him, but he also trusts Red Wine to tell him to stop. but he doesn't hesitate as he leans down to nuzzle his ear, before muttering softly into it]
If it gets too much, tell me to stop.
[just a little reminder. when he gets a response back, Dohalim nods to himself before pushing himself up again. he doesn't move much more than that, however, as he slides his hands up Red Wine's back, tracing the vines patterned along his shoulders. it truly is a beautiful display of their bond, one that he loves watching crawl up and bloom against Red Wine's pale skin. but it's only for a moment before he drags his nails back down, watching scored marks follow in their wake. honestly, for all that Red Wine constantly tells Dohalim how beautiful he is, he knows he could never compare to the Food Soul. even in a state such as this, he truly is a sight to behold.
he slowly pulls his hips back, but not pulling out completely, teasing Red Wine with the tip, just to watch his body yearn for him. hands trail further down to Red Wine's ass, to the back of his thighs, before trailing back up. then, a sudden smack of skin against skin as Dohalim slaps his ass sharply, before pushing back in with a groan and thrusting in and out of him with the same force as earlier. hands grip tightly at Red Wine's hips, pulling and pushing them against his thrusts to drive himself deeper. if he wants it to hurt, Dohalim will make sure it does]
Yeah-- yeah... [Red Wine murmurs in acknowledgement, trailing off into a soft and needy groan. His attention follows the slow slide of Dohalim's hands and then he groans, hunching forwards as hot pain scores across his back. The marks that come up in the wake of Dohalim's fingernails stand up bright red against his pale skin, stinging against the air.
He'll heal quickly, but he'll love every mark until it fades.
Every nerve feels as if it's on fire and bent towards the sensations buzzing through his body. The slow drag and slide of Dohalim's cock inside him again, making him shiver and chase after that feeling of being full of him. Then he drives in and Red Wine's voice pitches and cracks in a sharp cry.
His fingers twist into the sheets above his head, grabbing them tightly enough to turn his knuckles white. It's almost too much to take, to have his body used like this and yet it be absolutely everything that he asked for, and it does hurt as his abused nerves try to spark up again against the pleasure of it all. A soft sound almost like a whimper escapes him on each forceful thrust into his body and he's helpless to the way the sensations mount and rise in the pit of his stomach.
In spite of the exhaustion his body tenses and he tightens around the other man's cock. He fumbles one hand back to grab at Dohalim's thigh, his fingernails digging in.]
[the exhaustion in Dohalim's own muscles are almost screaming out at him at this point, but he ignores it in favour of driving himself deeper into Red Wine. the sharp slaps of skin against skin fill the air around them, punctuated by the other man's pleas for more, and the other sounds coming from the both of them. it's almost music to his ears, to hear the very sounds of their pleasure.
his hands slide down to Red Wine's inner thighs, nails biting into soft skin, before he slides them apart a little more, to get a better angle, and to push himself even deeper. Dohalim himself is close to orgasm, but it's a tightrope he's trying to keep himself balanced on so he can keep fucking the Food Soul to ruin. he idly has to wonder just how much longer he can keep this up, but he quickly ignores it. there are other pressing matters at hand, after all.
he pushes his hand up Red Wine's back again as he leans forward, before burying his fingers in dark purple tresses and pulling, tugging his head up and back in an effort to arch his back to get that angle just right. Dohalim will take care of Red Wine after all is said and done, but for now, all he cares about is accomplishing what the man has asked him to do]
[By now he's utterly helpless to anything Dohalim wants to do with him. His arms shake, barely able to keep him up, and he registers the fingers pushing into his hair only a moment before pain sparks across his scalp and his back arches in exactly the way that Dohalim wants it to.
And the angle is perfect. Red Wine chokes out an incoherent sound, gritting his teeth and riding that rolling wave as another orgasm shakes its way through his spent body. He doesn't even breathe while it rocks him, his entire frame tense and trembling, then he gasps in a wheezing breath and tilts his head back into the grip against his hair.
He brings his hand up, curling his fingers around Dohalim's wrist and tugging on it weakly.]
Do, stop... [As much as his pride balks against giving in, he... he can't do this anymore. There's nothing left in him.] Please.
[as Red Wine cums once more, the clenching heat around Dohalim's cock is too much to bear that he can't hold back anymore. wrapping his other arm around the other man's chest, he pulls him close as he comes, moaning loudly as he pushes in deep. his own orgasm rocks him, making him feel lightheaded from the sheer force of it all. he'd edged himself before, or had someone else do it to him, but this, for some reason, just feels more powerful. he's so enraptured in it that he almost misses the roses blooming in his hair, and Red Wine's hand coming up to gently pull at his wrist. Dohalim hadn't even realised just how tightly he was holding onto his hair until he's pulled back into reality enough to let go of it.
not being able to hold himself up anymore, and with Red Wine's plea to stop, Dohalim pulls the man closer to him as he falls to his side, flopping onto the bed. he has to take a beat for himself, but he does check on the man after a moment. not pulling himself away, Dohalim lifts his head up slightly to look at the Food Soul]
[His laboured panting eases off into deep unsteady breaths and Red Wine lets out a soft laugh at the question. He hasn't quite collapsed - still holding himself in the same position Dohalim left him in - then he slowly turns his head so he can look at the other man from behind his hair.]
You're incredible.
[For a moment his eyes fall closed, then he exhales and pulls himself gradually up into a half-slumped sitting position. His head tips back, a small shake of his head knocking his hair away from his face, and the fingertips of one hand draw idle circles between his hips.] And I... am sorely in need of a bath.
[With the comedown comes the growing awareness of just how sticky he is right now, and he's only going to be able to tolerate that for so long.]
[Dohalim watches Red Wine for a moment, hand brushing along his thigh as he sits up, following suit. there's a soft, tired smile on his face as he leans in for a gentle kiss, a contrast from what had just transpired between them]
A bath sounds fantastic right about now.
[the dull ache of his muscles would have to agree]
And so does sleep.
[never mind that he would definitely have to change his sheets before they tuck away for the night, but Dohalim will cross that bridge when he gets there. and it's not like he'll expect Red Wine to change them this time around, either]
Would you like to stay here while I draw up a bath?
[He is absolutely not going to sit here covered in his own spend and his partner's while Dohalim prepares a bath. In the very least he can wipe himself off. So he slides off the bed while he speaks and stretches, then idly rubs the base of his spine. There's an odd feeling lingering there. An ache almost like a bruise.
No doubt a hot bath and some rest would see off the worst of it.]
After you, my dear. I expect to be pampered after all of that.
[it was more of a courtesy question if Red Wine wanted to take a beat to gather himself before getting up, but with how easily he gets out of bed, Dohalim realises it's a moot point. the smile doesn't leave his face as he follows Red Wine out of bed, but he does note the other man rubbing at the small of his back; once he has a bath running, he'll help take care of that]
Of course I will. You deserve it, after being so good.
[he leans in for another kiss as his hand gently takes the other's, before leading him into the bathroom. a little different than a typical bathroom found in Nippon; a bit more opulent (very much contrasting the rest of his house) and reflective of the palace, but functional all the same. there's a deep soaker tub that will easily fit the both of them, and a washing area to rinse off, if Red Wine so chooses to do so. fancy, yes, but a nice bath room was something that Dohalim had been missing, especially after leaving Menancia. there are some things he wish he could still have, so at least, for the time being, he can enjoy this.
it's when they walk in that he lets go of Red Wine's hand to start filling up the tub. but he does glance back up at the man just to check up on him]
[While Dohalim starts to fill the bath up Red Wine picks up a cloth and soaks it in the sink. He wipes the mess off his chest and stomach, rinses, then does the same for his inner thighs and wherever else he's able to reach with ease. The bath would get the rest of it but it would certainly be impolite to be getting into the water in such a state.
The other man asks his question and he glances sidelong at him, then tips his head back slightly with a lazy smile.]
Like I'm going to be feeling that in the morning. [Red Wine says, giving a little chuckle before moving over to him and leaning against the edge of the bath. He catches a curl of Dohalim's hair with one forefinger and curls it around the digit before letting it go.]
How was it, being the one to drive me out of my mind for once?
[Dohalim mirrors Red Wine's chuckle as he watches him play with his hair, catching his hand with his own to give it a gentle squeeze. as much as Red Wine had wanted it, he can't help but feel a little bad that he's the one who's causing his current discomfort, which is why he slides his other hand up to gently press against the small of his back]
I could alleviate the pain if you would like. It may be a bit more comfortable for you.
[it really wouldn't be any effort for him at all, and really, it's the least he could do (among other things) to take care of Red Wine. the man had always done so for him, so he really wants to make sure he does the same. however, the question does turn his smile into a cheeky grin, hidden slightly as he brings their hands up so he can kiss the man's fingers gently]
I quite enjoyed it. There was something about seeing and hearing you beg for me that I just can't explain. [there's a mischievous flash in his eyes for a moment] I suppose I'll have to do it more often.
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.]
[Dohalim laughs softly, watching Red Wine kiss his fingers, before pulling them away in favour of kissing him proper. a soft, quick, but loving kiss]
As you wish. But my offer still stands, if you need it.
[as he pulls away, he glances into the tub; it still needs a moment for it to fill up. he's more than content to stay in the comfortable silence between the both of them, a sort of blissful afterglow settling over him. but soon the tub is filled and he turns the taps off, dipping a hand to make sure the water is at the perfect temperature]
I don't mind taking the plunge first, shall we say.
[He tests the water himself, being the kind of person who is never fond of being too hot, but finds that the temperature is perfectly acceptable. Red Wine climbs in gracefully and settles himself in the water, letting out a soft hum of pleasure as the heat works some of the ache out of the small of his back.
With one elbow resting on the edge of the tub he looks up at Dohalim with an expression that is entirely adoring, and holds up the other hand.]
Come on, now. It's getting lonely in here by myself.
[it's with that same adoration that Dohalim looks back at Red Wine as he lets out a soft laugh, before taking his hand and stepping into the tub himself. careful not to accidentally spill any water over the edge or land on top of Red Wine, he manages to settle in against the side, and pull the other man against him. Dohalim lets out a soft sigh, eyes slipping closed for a moment as the heat soothes his tired muscles]
[Red Wine follows the instruction easily enough, turning in the water to plant his back against Dohalim's solid chest and settling in against him. He shifts, making himself comfortable, then huffs out a soft sigh of his own.]
Mm... I've never done this before. [He plucks one of Dohalim's hands out of the water, holding it with both of his own and playing with his fingers.]
If you could believe it, this is the first time I've done this, as well.
[sinking into the water just a little more as his free hand brushes along Red Wine's chest and stomach, fingers drawing small circles. as his eyes open, he watches Red Wine's fingers play with his.
it's the moments like this that Dohalim has to cherish. there's a sense of serenity and calm that pushes any other thought out of his mind for more than just a moment; all that matters is the both of them, right now. he lets out another soft sigh, before leaning in to press a small kiss onto Red Wine's shoulder]
I am surprised. This is exactly the kind of decadence I would have expected you to have already indulged in.
[And it does feel terribly decadent, just lounging back like this while the hot water warms him through and steam dampens his hair against his forehead. He lets his head fall back against Dohalim's shoulder and sighs comfortably while he traces the shape of the other man's hand with his own.
Mm, by myself, yes. But with another person, I never have.
[as much as Dohalim disliked several things about palace life, there were some things he did enjoy. possibly because of his upbringing as a noble, he did let himself indulge in some things; one of them are his baths. something he realised he took for granted after he left Menancia, what with most inns not having as big a bath as he's used to, if he's even lucky to have one. and not to mention, more often than not, he had to share both a bathroom and bedroom with Alphen and Law... not the most ideal circumstances when he usually likes to soak for a substantial amount of time.
he ponders on the question for a moment, humming to himself, resting his chin on Red Wine's shoulder]
As for my life before... I feel like I've lead a double life of sorts. Would you like to know of the less than interesting intricacies of being a lord? Or my life after that?
Hmm... [He can let himself relax like this, leaning up against someone he is so very fond of with the hot water working the last of the ache out of his muscles. Red Wine always heals quickly but he had still expected to be sore the next day, but he thinks that if they did this more often he may not have that to be concerned about at all.
He mulls over the question for a moment. Not that he doesn't think Dohalim would make him choose one at the expense of the other, but which one to ask for first?]
[for all of what happened in Menancia and what started his journey to end the Crown Contest, and trying to placate Rinwell's anger towards him, among other things... Dohalim lets out a soft hum, thinking of what to say]
I suppose the most important thing that was on my mind was stopping the Crown Contest. I'd just left Menancia with my companions, to venture to the next realm and put an end to the lord's tyranny there. [Dohalim frowns slightly at the thought of what they'd witnessed] What we found was... Unexpected, to say the least. And a little distressing.
[after witnessing the Hollowing with Migal in Menancia, it was already so much. to see a wide group of Niez's citizens reach the same unfortunate end... Dohalim doesn't notice his arm around Red Wine tightening ever so slightly. he clears his throat softly, before continuing]
Though, there were moments that helped with the morale. [he laughs suddenly at a sudden memory] I'd gotten Law into some trouble with the rest of our friends, once. I'd hid our provisions to teach a lesson in food shortages within a collective, and he had an apple he'd kept to himself.
[He loves listening to Dohalim talk. Regardless of what he's talking about, his voice falls like honey on Red Wine's ears and he listens, his head faintly cocked, to every word that the other man says.
That he doesn't even really need to try anymore in order to get information about his past out of him doesn't escape him. It's a rewarding thing to know that he has managed to reach a point of trust and comfort with this man that means they can speak like this.]
You hid the food? [Red Wine laughs, half turning against Dohalim's chest to look up at him. There's a broad grin on his face.]
You little devil. I didn't see you as such a prankster.
[Dohalim matches Red Wine's grin; note that he doesn't argue the fact that he's a so called "devil". he knows what he is, sometimes, and perhaps in his adulthood, he'd calmed down quite a bit, but how else was he supposed to keep his and his friends' spirits alive and vibrant in an environment that was so stringent? it'd been such a relief when he slowly started to let his hair down a little, especially when his companions did not refer to him as a lord. for once, in seven years, he'd been able to just be Dohalim]
I was pulling no prank. I had seen him pick an apple earlier in the day and pocketed it for himself, so I figured he'd learn to share. I think Shionne and Rinwell nearly killed him.
[His light tone makes it clear enough that he's teasing as he shuffles comfortably against Dohalim's chest and stretches his legs out slightly. The base of his spine still feels like it's aching just a little, but it does feel strangely pleasant.]
Should he have picked an apple for everyone, or not picked the apple at all?
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He laughs, a soft and breathless little 'hah' of defiance when Dohalim questions his limits. If it were Dohalim, Red Wine likely would have stopped a while ago... but Dohalim did have a tendency to lose himself in it all while Red Wine was still very, very much present. His spine dips, shoulders hunching as the press of fingers into him is all at once too much and not enough and his thighs tremble with the effort of keeping himself upright. He doesn't even try to move up off his elbows, dipping his head down to his wrists as he curls his fingers into the sheets.
The soft sound when he feels the head of Dohalim's cock at his ass again pitches up and cracks into a sharp moan when he's entered so roughly. His head lifts briefly, a flexing of the muscles across his back, then drops again.]
Fuck-- [He whispers. The cool, stickly slide of cum trailing down his chest from where it had pooled on his belly is all but ignored. How it slides down his thighs from where it leaves his body is, too, ignored. He should feel filthy - disgusting - and he might, once they're done, but right now...
Right now he's only this.]
Ah-- [What does he want? Does he even have the capacity to want anything?] Just fuck me, Do--
[Gods.]
... and make it hurt.
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If it gets too much, tell me to stop.
[just a little reminder. when he gets a response back, Dohalim nods to himself before pushing himself up again. he doesn't move much more than that, however, as he slides his hands up Red Wine's back, tracing the vines patterned along his shoulders. it truly is a beautiful display of their bond, one that he loves watching crawl up and bloom against Red Wine's pale skin. but it's only for a moment before he drags his nails back down, watching scored marks follow in their wake. honestly, for all that Red Wine constantly tells Dohalim how beautiful he is, he knows he could never compare to the Food Soul. even in a state such as this, he truly is a sight to behold.
he slowly pulls his hips back, but not pulling out completely, teasing Red Wine with the tip, just to watch his body yearn for him. hands trail further down to Red Wine's ass, to the back of his thighs, before trailing back up. then, a sudden smack of skin against skin as Dohalim slaps his ass sharply, before pushing back in with a groan and thrusting in and out of him with the same force as earlier. hands grip tightly at Red Wine's hips, pulling and pushing them against his thrusts to drive himself deeper. if he wants it to hurt, Dohalim will make sure it does]
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He'll heal quickly, but he'll love every mark until it fades.
Every nerve feels as if it's on fire and bent towards the sensations buzzing through his body. The slow drag and slide of Dohalim's cock inside him again, making him shiver and chase after that feeling of being full of him. Then he drives in and Red Wine's voice pitches and cracks in a sharp cry.
His fingers twist into the sheets above his head, grabbing them tightly enough to turn his knuckles white. It's almost too much to take, to have his body used like this and yet it be absolutely everything that he asked for, and it does hurt as his abused nerves try to spark up again against the pleasure of it all. A soft sound almost like a whimper escapes him on each forceful thrust into his body and he's helpless to the way the sensations mount and rise in the pit of his stomach.
In spite of the exhaustion his body tenses and he tightens around the other man's cock. He fumbles one hand back to grab at Dohalim's thigh, his fingernails digging in.]
Almost--
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his hands slide down to Red Wine's inner thighs, nails biting into soft skin, before he slides them apart a little more, to get a better angle, and to push himself even deeper. Dohalim himself is close to orgasm, but it's a tightrope he's trying to keep himself balanced on so he can keep fucking the Food Soul to ruin. he idly has to wonder just how much longer he can keep this up, but he quickly ignores it. there are other pressing matters at hand, after all.
he pushes his hand up Red Wine's back again as he leans forward, before burying his fingers in dark purple tresses and pulling, tugging his head up and back in an effort to arch his back to get that angle just right. Dohalim will take care of Red Wine after all is said and done, but for now, all he cares about is accomplishing what the man has asked him to do]
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And the angle is perfect. Red Wine chokes out an incoherent sound, gritting his teeth and riding that rolling wave as another orgasm shakes its way through his spent body. He doesn't even breathe while it rocks him, his entire frame tense and trembling, then he gasps in a wheezing breath and tilts his head back into the grip against his hair.
He brings his hand up, curling his fingers around Dohalim's wrist and tugging on it weakly.]
Do, stop... [As much as his pride balks against giving in, he... he can't do this anymore. There's nothing left in him.] Please.
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not being able to hold himself up anymore, and with Red Wine's plea to stop, Dohalim pulls the man closer to him as he falls to his side, flopping onto the bed. he has to take a beat for himself, but he does check on the man after a moment. not pulling himself away, Dohalim lifts his head up slightly to look at the Food Soul]
Are you alright?
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You're incredible.
[For a moment his eyes fall closed, then he exhales and pulls himself gradually up into a half-slumped sitting position. His head tips back, a small shake of his head knocking his hair away from his face, and the fingertips of one hand draw idle circles between his hips.] And I... am sorely in need of a bath.
[With the comedown comes the growing awareness of just how sticky he is right now, and he's only going to be able to tolerate that for so long.]
And a good night's sleep.
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A bath sounds fantastic right about now.
[the dull ache of his muscles would have to agree]
And so does sleep.
[never mind that he would definitely have to change his sheets before they tuck away for the night, but Dohalim will cross that bridge when he gets there. and it's not like he'll expect Red Wine to change them this time around, either]
Would you like to stay here while I draw up a bath?
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[He is absolutely not going to sit here covered in his own spend and his partner's while Dohalim prepares a bath. In the very least he can wipe himself off. So he slides off the bed while he speaks and stretches, then idly rubs the base of his spine. There's an odd feeling lingering there. An ache almost like a bruise.
No doubt a hot bath and some rest would see off the worst of it.]
After you, my dear. I expect to be pampered after all of that.
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Of course I will. You deserve it, after being so good.
[he leans in for another kiss as his hand gently takes the other's, before leading him into the bathroom. a little different than a typical bathroom found in Nippon; a bit more opulent (very much contrasting the rest of his house) and reflective of the palace, but functional all the same. there's a deep soaker tub that will easily fit the both of them, and a washing area to rinse off, if Red Wine so chooses to do so. fancy, yes, but a nice bath room was something that Dohalim had been missing, especially after leaving Menancia. there are some things he wish he could still have, so at least, for the time being, he can enjoy this.
it's when they walk in that he lets go of Red Wine's hand to start filling up the tub. but he does glance back up at the man just to check up on him]
How are you feeling?
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The other man asks his question and he glances sidelong at him, then tips his head back slightly with a lazy smile.]
Like I'm going to be feeling that in the morning. [Red Wine says, giving a little chuckle before moving over to him and leaning against the edge of the bath. He catches a curl of Dohalim's hair with one forefinger and curls it around the digit before letting it go.]
How was it, being the one to drive me out of my mind for once?
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I could alleviate the pain if you would like. It may be a bit more comfortable for you.
[it really wouldn't be any effort for him at all, and really, it's the least he could do (among other things) to take care of Red Wine. the man had always done so for him, so he really wants to make sure he does the same. however, the question does turn his smile into a cheeky grin, hidden slightly as he brings their hands up so he can kiss the man's fingers gently]
I quite enjoyed it. There was something about seeing and hearing you beg for me that I just can't explain. [there's a mischievous flash in his eyes for a moment] I suppose I'll have to do it more often.
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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.]
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As you wish. But my offer still stands, if you need it.
[as he pulls away, he glances into the tub; it still needs a moment for it to fill up. he's more than content to stay in the comfortable silence between the both of them, a sort of blissful afterglow settling over him. but soon the tub is filled and he turns the taps off, dipping a hand to make sure the water is at the perfect temperature]
Would you like to climb in first, or shall I?
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[He tests the water himself, being the kind of person who is never fond of being too hot, but finds that the temperature is perfectly acceptable. Red Wine climbs in gracefully and settles himself in the water, letting out a soft hum of pleasure as the heat works some of the ache out of the small of his back.
With one elbow resting on the edge of the tub he looks up at Dohalim with an expression that is entirely adoring, and holds up the other hand.]
Come on, now. It's getting lonely in here by myself.
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[it's with that same adoration that Dohalim looks back at Red Wine as he lets out a soft laugh, before taking his hand and stepping into the tub himself. careful not to accidentally spill any water over the edge or land on top of Red Wine, he manages to settle in against the side, and pull the other man against him. Dohalim lets out a soft sigh, eyes slipping closed for a moment as the heat soothes his tired muscles]
Ah, this is much better.
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Mm... I've never done this before. [He plucks one of Dohalim's hands out of the water, holding it with both of his own and playing with his fingers.]
Clearly I've been missing out on an experience.
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[sinking into the water just a little more as his free hand brushes along Red Wine's chest and stomach, fingers drawing small circles. as his eyes open, he watches Red Wine's fingers play with his.
it's the moments like this that Dohalim has to cherish. there's a sense of serenity and calm that pushes any other thought out of his mind for more than just a moment; all that matters is the both of them, right now. he lets out another soft sigh, before leaning in to press a small kiss onto Red Wine's shoulder]
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[And it does feel terribly decadent, just lounging back like this while the hot water warms him through and steam dampens his hair against his forehead. He lets his head fall back against Dohalim's shoulder and sighs comfortably while he traces the shape of the other man's hand with his own.
It's nice. He could stand to do this more often.]
What was your life like, Do? Before, I mean.
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[as much as Dohalim disliked several things about palace life, there were some things he did enjoy. possibly because of his upbringing as a noble, he did let himself indulge in some things; one of them are his baths. something he realised he took for granted after he left Menancia, what with most inns not having as big a bath as he's used to, if he's even lucky to have one. and not to mention, more often than not, he had to share both a bathroom and bedroom with Alphen and Law... not the most ideal circumstances when he usually likes to soak for a substantial amount of time.
he ponders on the question for a moment, humming to himself, resting his chin on Red Wine's shoulder]
As for my life before... I feel like I've lead a double life of sorts. Would you like to know of the less than interesting intricacies of being a lord? Or my life after that?
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He mulls over the question for a moment. Not that he doesn't think Dohalim would make him choose one at the expense of the other, but which one to ask for first?]
After that. For starters.
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[for all of what happened in Menancia and what started his journey to end the Crown Contest, and trying to placate Rinwell's anger towards him, among other things... Dohalim lets out a soft hum, thinking of what to say]
I suppose the most important thing that was on my mind was stopping the Crown Contest. I'd just left Menancia with my companions, to venture to the next realm and put an end to the lord's tyranny there. [Dohalim frowns slightly at the thought of what they'd witnessed] What we found was... Unexpected, to say the least. And a little distressing.
[after witnessing the Hollowing with Migal in Menancia, it was already so much. to see a wide group of Niez's citizens reach the same unfortunate end... Dohalim doesn't notice his arm around Red Wine tightening ever so slightly. he clears his throat softly, before continuing]
Though, there were moments that helped with the morale. [he laughs suddenly at a sudden memory] I'd gotten Law into some trouble with the rest of our friends, once. I'd hid our provisions to teach a lesson in food shortages within a collective, and he had an apple he'd kept to himself.
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That he doesn't even really need to try anymore in order to get information about his past out of him doesn't escape him. It's a rewarding thing to know that he has managed to reach a point of trust and comfort with this man that means they can speak like this.]
You hid the food? [Red Wine laughs, half turning against Dohalim's chest to look up at him. There's a broad grin on his face.]
You little devil. I didn't see you as such a prankster.
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[Dohalim matches Red Wine's grin; note that he doesn't argue the fact that he's a so called "devil". he knows what he is, sometimes, and perhaps in his adulthood, he'd calmed down quite a bit, but how else was he supposed to keep his and his friends' spirits alive and vibrant in an environment that was so stringent? it'd been such a relief when he slowly started to let his hair down a little, especially when his companions did not refer to him as a lord. for once, in seven years, he'd been able to just be Dohalim]
I was pulling no prank. I had seen him pick an apple earlier in the day and pocketed it for himself, so I figured he'd learn to share. I think Shionne and Rinwell nearly killed him.
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[His light tone makes it clear enough that he's teasing as he shuffles comfortably against Dohalim's chest and stretches his legs out slightly. The base of his spine still feels like it's aching just a little, but it does feel strangely pleasant.]
Should he have picked an apple for everyone, or not picked the apple at all?
[How could they begrudge the poor man a snack?]
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