⌛ Who: Dohalim ilqaras, Luke re_sonate ⌛ What: Permanent Catch-All ⌛ When: Various ⌛ Where: Various; noted in threads ⌛ Warnings: Smut and other things probably
[admittedly, if Dohalim were to ever hear anyone tell him about how he smells, especially by how one could tell by the scent of his blood, there would be no shortage of strange looks and uncertainty. maybe because Red Wine had told him from the beginning that he'd been able to do so (or maybe the fact that he'd reiterated the fact that, despite his past mistakes, he isn't a bad person by the scent of his blood), that this, along with his physical appearance, Dohalim doesn't mind, at all. in fact, said ability to do so actually interests him]
And I've always wondered what I smelled like, to you.
[an equally strange thing to say back, if taken out of context, but he's used to it, just as much as he's used to Red Wine's elongated, pointed ears that he enjoys watching twitch every so often, to the deep red irises of his eyes, to the fair alabaster of his skin, and the sharp canines that always seem to get a rise out of him when he feels them scrape gently along his skin. for all the differences they both have in their appearances, Dohalim doesn't care (though, it is an added bonus that Red Wine is down right gorgeous); all that really matters is just how much in love he is with the other man.
he slips his hand from Red Wine's ear, before sliding it into the Food Soul's hair, letting his fingers gently twist around the soft locks]
It's nice to know it's something as pleasing as post-rain grass.
Haha. It isn't always the same, but you always smell good.
[Another deep breath, another sigh, then he lifts his head up enough to look down at the man with an infinitely fond smile on his face. He brushes a few curls of hair back from Dohalim's forehead then trails two fingertips around the currently softened angle of his jaw.]
And you're always beautiful. [And he thinks that becomes a little easier to hear every time he says it.
His hand drifts down, tracing the line of his collar bone then lower to cup one firm breast against his palm. He rubs his thumb idly against the nipple, circling and teasing at it, and his eyes never leave Dohalim's.]
How much longer do you suppose you'll be like this?
[as much as he still has a thought or two about the fact that he himself doesn't view his own appearance as that of something to look at and admire, he does like hearing Red Wine say so. with the repeated words said to him, Dohalim does accept them, and lately hasn't even contested them.
there's that undeniable soft glow in his eyes as he keeps his eyes on Red Wine's, as a small sound escapes his lips. he could almost swear his body's been more sensitive and receptive to these sort of touches, but it's not like he minds in the slightest. it does take him a moment to answer back, thinking about it. it's something he does wonder every day that's passed; he's almost sure it isn't permanent. hopefully]
I wish I could give you a definite answer. [he lets out a soft sigh, before letting his mind wander to last night] Though... We should make the most of it, don't you think?
[If there was an issue of it being permanent he imagines that there would be something that could be done about it. After all, a potion to switch your physical sex must come along with an antidote, or another one that goes the other way? Right now Red Wine isn't worrying about it as long as Dohalim isn't, and he doesn't mind the thought of taking advantage of the time that they have together like this.]
If that's what you want. [He says, smiling. The implication there is 'if that's what you're comfortable with', because he always thinks of his lover's comfort first and foremost, but... he won't deny that he wants that, too.]
I'm curious to hear what other noises you can make when I touch you like this. [As he says that, he slides a hand slowly up the inside of Dohalim's thigh and comes to a stop right at the apex of his legs, leaving his fingers just shy of touching anything too sensitive.] You did make some very lovely ones last night.
[the corner of Dohalim's lips twitch up into a subtle, but mischievous grin, parting his thighs just a little more, as if to invite more than just teasing touches. there's a certain excitement he can feel warm his body at the thought of repeating the night before, and feeling the new sensations washing over him as Red Wine took him. as for the sounds he made... Dohalim can only vaguely remember them, though he's pretty sure he was fairly loud. it's not like the other man would allow him to be quiet, and it's not like Dohalim himself keeps to himself much anymore when it comes to their intimacy.
he leans in, brushing his lips against Red Wine's before answering softly]
You're more than welcome to find out... I wouldn't mind repeating some of them, either.
[Just the right things to send little twitches of arousal through his body. Red Wine kisses Dohalim again, leaning in close, and the hand resting high on his thigh slides higher still to allow him to tease just to either side of his clit with two fingers. He rubs the digits back and forth, occasionally softly pinching the sensitive little nub between his fingers.
He takes his time here, with the thought in mind that Dohalim might still be sensitive from the previous night, but his intentions are more than clear.]
How far will you let me go? [Perhaps the question doesn't need to be asked, but... he asks it anyway. Consent is always important.] Shall I push you until you ask me to stop?
[it's a strange adjustment, trying to get used to this body, and just how sensitive he can be even now. it takes a moment for Dohalim to answer, squirming slightly under Red Wine's teasing touches, small sounds slipping from his lips as those skilled fingers rub and pinch at his clit. he can already feel the warm heat rushing down, and it always astounds him just how the other man could arouse him so quickly with just a few words and touches.
an arm snakes its way around Red Wine's shoulders, nails gently scraping along his skin, scratches joining the ones from the previous night]
I wouldn't... Say no...
[it excites him, as it usually does, the idea of being pushed to such a state of rapture that his own body and mind doesn't know what to do with itself. rarely does Red Wine ever really push him to the point where he has to ask him to stop, but to be offered such a thing... he can't say no. especially if it's from the Food Soul. but he does appreciate the consideration; it only serves to show Dohalim how much the man cares about him, and it makes him love the other man so much more]
Don't be so gentle with me this time, either... I can take it...
[Red Wine is not ignorant of how a woman's body works and hasn't needed to try any dramatic explorations to find out where he ought to be touching. It has been a matter of fine tuning his approach to Dohalim's own sensitivity - not too difficult, when the new and different sensations seem to be almost overwhelming when he isn't even trying.]
As you wish.
[He pushes back any fabric covering Dohalim's body and settles between his legs, leaning down to first brush a slow line of kisses up the inside of one of his thighs. He takes his time, eyes lowered, then uses both hands to spread his lover's legs open.]
Don't be shy, now. [The Food Soul purrs with a soft smirk.] Just lie back and relax. [Then he's surging forwards, closing lips and teeth around the sensitive nub at the apex of Dohalim's thighs. He pinches around it with his teeth, not quite enough to hurt, and sucks it in against the steady laving motion of his tongue.]
[it's incredible just how much more sensitive this body is, even when they laid together last night. the reactions and sensations are harder to hold back as electricity sparks from down in between his legs to the rest of him as Red Wine works his clit. to think, such a small part of him could reduce him to such a state so quickly, as his back arches and hips shift closer to get more of that attention. "lie back and relax" seems like an oxymoron when all he can feel is a slow burning fire setting him ablaze.
reaching down, Dohalim pushes his hand through Red Wine's hair, gently gripping onto it, as if to coax him to keep going. a leg carefully makes its way to sling over the other's shoulder, as if trying to provide some sort of anchor so he doesn't lose himself too quickly to the sensations. but the soft sounds falling from his lips grow into moans, higher in pitch than he's used to. they wordlessly plead for more, the wet heat of arousal only driving him to let out more of those sounds]
H... hah... M-more, please...
[he can feel the rolling pleasure of an orgasm start to rise; one of many he's sure. and from what he remembers feeling from the night before, he can't wait to feel it again]
[Though he doesn't speak, he utters a soft 'mmhm' against Dohalim's clit as he sucks against it. He needs no coaxing or encouragement to keep up his ministrations though he doesn't intensify them once he feels the other start to respond. No, he keeps the same steady pace then, drawing him gradually up to one of those orgasms that had made him scream so loudly the night before.
It's almost enough to make him want to try this for himself.
Two of his fingertips come up to rub gently against Dohalim's wet entrance, sliding around it but never quite dipping inside save to tease the hint that he might. He dips his fingers against the slick building there and slides them up, moving his mouth away to circle them around the sensitive nub.]
You're so wet already... [He mutters. So responsive. It's attractive as hell.] Do you want me inside..?
[how could he not be so responsive when it's Red Wine doing these sinuous things to him? honestly, all he has to do is say the right thing and Dohalim will be putty in his hands. so to have this attention on him, to be teased like this... he can feel synapses firing off in his brain as jolts of electricity run along his nerve endings, bringing him ever closer to that first orgasm. his hold on Red Wine's hair tightens slightly as his back arches up off the bed, a moan slipping from his lips. hips bear down slightly to try to get those fingers to slip inside of him, to feel them rub against those walls. he knows it won't be enough, but it'll be something, at least]
Nn... Please... I want to feel you inside...
[his thighs fall apart a little more, as if almost beckoning the Food Soul. for all that he loves the teasing Red Wine always does to him, he'll more than admit that he wants more. he always does. he wants Red Wine completely, and like always, Dohalim wants to give all of himself to him]
[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.]
[feeling the head tease around wet, delicate folds pulls a whine out of Dohalim as his hips shift, trying to get even a little bit more of that length in him. all of this is still so different than what he's used to; it's incredible just how much more sensitive he is than his usual body. and to be so responsive to any attention Red Wine is giving him...
Dohalim opens his mouth to respond to the other's comment (a comment he, surprisingly, is willing to agree on), but with the prick of sharp canines around his nipple and the easy slide of the Food Soul's cock being thrust into him, all he can do is let out a loud moan. his back arches against Red Wine, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulder to pull him down more; one hand fisting into his hair while the other's nails dig into pale skin. just the fluid movement from the other man alone is enough to tremble Dohalim, anticipation building as he remembers what's to come.
with the cock in him and sinuous fingers still playing with his clit, it's amazing that Dohalim doesn't cum just yet, but the spasming of tight walls can tell Red Wine that he's close. he knows the man won't stop at just one orgasm; no, he'd promised to keep going until Dohalim tells him to stop, and that's a promise Dohalim intends for him to keep. looking down at Red Wine, he shifts his hips again, breathing heavy]
R...Red... Fuck me hard... Please...
[the countless times they'd been intimate with each other, it's still rather uncommon for Dohalim to be so lewd with his words. but right now... right now, he thinks, it calls for it]
[So much here is different but one thing is very much the same - Dohalim is just as reactive as always, and Red Wine has all the reasons to be entirely certain that what he's doing is the right thing.
If nothing else, hearing Dohalim utter that kind of profanity without any hesitation tells him something. He grins, breathless, and leans up to catch his lover's lips as he does exactly as he's asked. His hips move in shallow, hard thrusts into that welcoming heat, the clenching around his length different again from what they normally experience together and yet wonderful all the same.
With how sensitive Dohalim is right now he might not last long. Red Wine might not last long either, but he knows a multitude of ways to pleasure a woman's body and has no hesitation in trying them all.]
Mmn-- ah. You... just cum as many times as you like, love...
[Dohalim lets out a pitched moan in the kiss as he kisses Red Wine back, hot and desperate for more, and for release. he clenches around that hard length in him, aware of how wet he is and how much more he's becoming as time goes on. it's a strange sensation, to say the least, but it's not unwelcome as his body takes in the hard thrusts Red Wine gives him. he can feel the head of his cock hit a bundle of nerves not unlike the nerves in his usual form. but, for some reason, they're more sensitive, seemingly connected to his clit, and with both the jutting against it and Red Wine's fingers rubbing against the nub fervently, it's no surprise when his orgasm suddenly hits.
his back arches as he clenches around Red Wine's cock; the feeling of him still moving within him as he clenches and unclenches around it as he rides the oh so pleasing waves of his orgasm... oh, what an experience. there's a certain wetness in between his legs that he's not used to, but he doesn't pay much mind to it; he's more focused on the fact that even though he'd just came, another orgasm is already building. he moans out Red Wine's name loudly, followed by a litany of "fuck, fuck, fuck," thighs trembling along with the rest of his body. it's almost dizzying, the familiar, yet unfamiliar feelings of pleasure wracking his body, and he has to think to himself, just how many orgasms can he take before he has to stop?
and with Red Wine's stamina, just how long would they be here again? not that Dohalim minds, of course. but it seems it's safe to say that he won't be doing anything else productive for the rest of the day]
[He tries to speak but finds words robbed from him when he opens his mouth, only gasping and holding tight to Dohalim as he steadily fucks him through his first orgasm. How he manages not to climax himself in that moment is beyond him but he can feel himself edging closer to it, almost at the precipice while Dohalim whimpers out curses next to his ear.
Red Wine slows to draw himself back under control, but he doesn't stop. With one hand between them he rubs and softly pinches his fingers alongside the swollen nub of Dohalim's clit and with the other hand he holds one of his lover's thighs up and open to keep him from being able to close his legs.
With how wet he is now, the slide and drag in and out of him is easy. Red Wine kisses him, stealing his breath with it, then all at once he's pulling away and pulling out of him and grasping one hand around his hip.]
Get up, get on your hands and knees-- [There's a fire and urgency in his voice. Last night had been intense and keenly loving, but this feels more feral now. As soon as Dohalim moves Red Wine is pushing back inside that slick heat again, leaning over his back and cupping one breast in his hand to pinch and rub one pert nipple.]
[Dohalim lets out a soft sound as Red Wine pulls away from him; the sudden feeling of emptiness inside of him is enough to roll desperation through him. but as Red Wine tells him to move, to get up on his hands and knees, Dohalim doesn't hesitate to do so, moving as quickly as possible. he's feeling just about as feral as the Food Soul is; he lets out a groan as the man pushes himself back inside. he can feel his insides clench around his cock again, wanting to feel every inch, every vein as it rubs up against his walls]
R-Red Wine... Fu--
[the word dies on his lips as he presses his hips back, trying to get Red Wine's cock deeper in him. soon, he turns it into a shallow pace as he fucks himself on the length, wanting to bring another orgasm, and wanting to feel Red Wine cum inside of him. he tries to hold himself up with his arms, but soon after does he shakily lower himself onto his elbows, hands gripping his sheets tightly as he lets out sharp gasps]
[Every time he hears the other man let out a curse like that it rolls a spark of lust through him that he can't explain. Perhaps it's something to do with how he had been so gently scolded for it the first time, only to now hear such profanities spill out of him without hesitation.
Dohalim shows clear signs of wanting to control the pace so Red Wine lets him, at first. He keeps his hips steady while his lover ruts back against him, gasping softly each time he fills him to completion, but when the redhead sinks down to his elbows and begs he simply cannot hold himself back any longer. He takes hold of Dohalim's waist and lengthens each movement, almost withdrawing from him completely before thrusting heavily back inside. It's enough to jolt Dohalim against the bed, and Red Wine's soft grunts of exertion quickly turn to low moans as his climax draws closer.
Like this, it's as if he's using Dohalim's body for his own pleasure. He fucks into him hard and fast and barely gives his partner time to catch a breath.
[he absolutely did ask for more, and he did tell Red Wine not to hold back this time, so it does please Dohalim that his lover had heeded his request. the pace the Food Soul set has Dohalim's breath hitching in his throat; the lack of breath makes him dizzy, but really, it's only heightening all of the sensations in his body as his lover fucks hard into him.
and really, the fact that Red Wine is practically using his body isn't an idea that Dohalim dislikes. no, he actually enjoys it, maybe a little too much as his mind fades into that blissful pleasure, where every lingering worry melts into the present moment of him and Red Wine sharing this wild, but intimate moment with each other.
there's a tremble that runs along his tired muscles as he struggles to keep himself up; he's thankful for Red Wine's hold on his hips really as his knees slide apart just a little, his hips sinking down as his back arches even more. a hand slips down in between his legs, shaky fingers rubbing along his clit; he lets out a sharp moan as electricity runs along his body.
there may have been a moment when Dohalim had been worried about how Red Wine would take this change. perhaps it was just his own insecurities that plucked at that, but he's glad all the same that his lover accepted it all the same. and really, it's not like this is all permanent, after all, even though Dohalim wouldn't exactly say no to another transformation again if it meant all of this.
hurried circles against his clit only makes Dohalim moan loudly and sharply as he clenches around Red Wine's cock, as another orgasm hits him. he will admit, that release is easier to come by in this body once he gets going, which is surprising all on its own. another plus to this entire thing, it seems]
[They always have their code word, one that has never changed from the first time Red Wine asked Dohalim to set one, and he can always use it if he wants to stop. Aside from that and as he should, Red Wine always keeps an eye on his lover's mental state to make sure he isn't pushing himself beyond what he's able to handle.
When Dohalim's second climax hits him in short order, it's before Red Wine is close to ready for his own. The Food Soul gasps, digging his nails into his lover's hips as he fucks into him through the fluttering clench of muscles around his cock. Of course, he doesn't stop. He hasn't been asked to.
He adjusts his hold slightly and drives in hard, fast, knowing full well what he will be doing to every one of Dohalim's over-sensitive nerves. Red Wine leans in over him and barely loses pace as he cups one of his breasts, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing the stiffened nub.]
More..? [It's not really a question. Or, at least, not one he really needs to ask.] Let me hear you.
[oversensitive is an understatement; it feels like even the smallest movement would light Dohalim up again. for Red Wine to keep drilling into him, hitting those nerves, sending those waves of electricity through him, it's almost too much. but he doesn't stop him. how can he, when this all feels so good? he's frazzled, yes, but he's also making the most of it; when is the next time they'll be able to do something like this
a pinch of his nipple rips out a reedy moan as Dohalim cranes his neck to glance up at his lover. there's a certain misty shine to his eyes, amidst the glow, as his eyes water from the sheer pleasure of it all. the upward quirk of his lips tell a different story, however, an almost challenging grin]
M-more... Give me all of it... Please...
[Dohalim's voice is low and wanton. his hips move in time with the other man's thrusts, rocking back into him to bury his cock in just a little deeper]
[He'd give him anything he wants right now, even without being asked. That grin on Dohalim's face does nothing to help him hold back his own impending orgasm so rather than continue his swift, solid movements into his lover he buries himself deep and then stops, and runs his hand slowly from the other's breast across his stomach and down to the plane of muscle between his hips.
Red Wine slides two fingers against his clit, rubbing and gently pinching the nub between his fingertips. He's panting softly beside Dohalim's ear, his heart almost beating out of his chest against the firm warmth of his lover's back, and gods he finds himself almost jealous. Maybe he should find some of this stuff as well...]
Ah-- hah... How loud can you be..? Let me hear it...
[it's both so much and not nearly enough, especially when Red Wine stops moving. there's a violent tremble in his thighs as Dohalim desperately tries to keep himself up; he lets out a desperate, reedy moan, his hips moving against his lover's in a desperate plea to get him moving again.
Red Wine really is so cruel, sometimes.
he also knows how loud Dohalim can be, especially now, especially with how many times they've been intimate. he's come so far from when they first started sleeping together, how Red Wine would have to coax words out of Dohalim, to find out what he really wants, to patiently wait for something. but now... now, Dohalim isn't nearly so hesitant to be loud for the Food Soul]
R... Red, please...
[up until now, from the moment Red Wine started with those delicate touches as soon as the both of them woke up, Dohalim felt like he was a rubber band being slowly stretched out, threatening to snap with every orgasm. he's at a limit of coherency, this he's well aware of, and he knows that once that rubber band snaps, it'll plunge him into that desperate space where all he knows is his lover, his cock, and how well it fits in him, no matter the body he's in.
with a pinch and roll of his clit, it's enough to send him over that edge as the band snaps; a shudder rolls through Dohalim's body as he lets out another moan, lower this time, almost animalistic. he's overstimulated, this much he can gather in the now thick haze of lust, but gods above he wants so much more]
Please, please--! Don't stop, please d-don't stop, I need... I need you, I need all of you-- haah-- Fuck me, don't stop fucking me, please...
[Dohalim's words are interrupted with another loud moan and choked sob as another orgasm thrums through him, clenching around the length inside him. he really does have to wonder how many times he can cum until he's absolutely spent, but in his current state, Dohalim doesn't want to find out. he doesn't want this to end]
[He knows how loud Dohalim can be. He knows a lot of other ways Dohalim can be too and is taking full advantage in this moment as he plays his body like a delicate instrument and tips him over the edge into incoherent, lustful babbling. Red Wine can feel the way he's shaking, so ready for anything that his lover would give to him, and he's rarely more attracted to the man than he is when everything has been reduced down to base instinct.
Dohalim begs, and Red Wine teases at his clit until he feels him tense and clamp down on his cock again. He trails a few gentle kisses over his lover's shoulder and slowly pulls out of him, urging him onto his back again before he's plunging straight back into that tight and welcoming heat.]
Hold on tight-- [He says urgently. He wanted to see-- he wanted to...
Sharp teeth nip at Dohalim's neck, just below the fluttering of his pulse]
[there's the smallest, briefest sound of protest as Red Wine pulls himself out, only to be replaced with a trembling moan as his lover pushes back in. he feels hot, almost too hot, his limbs are shaking from the sheer pleasure wracking through him with every thrust into him.
hands curl around Red Wine's shoulders tightly, nails digging into soft, warm skin sharply, his head tilted back; he wants to feel those canines against his own neck, in his neck--]
B... Bite me, Red... I need... I need...!
[what does he need? Dohalim isn't even sure anymore. the heat is cloying in his mind, every thrust pushes him past any coherent thought that could be lingering. he's aware of Red Wine's cock raking against hot walls inside of him, pushing him closer to another orgasm. how many has it been... he's lost count. has Red Wine been counting? he hasn't even cum yet himself...
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[admittedly, if Dohalim were to ever hear anyone tell him about how he smells, especially by how one could tell by the scent of his blood, there would be no shortage of strange looks and uncertainty. maybe because Red Wine had told him from the beginning that he'd been able to do so (or maybe the fact that he'd reiterated the fact that, despite his past mistakes, he isn't a bad person by the scent of his blood), that this, along with his physical appearance, Dohalim doesn't mind, at all. in fact, said ability to do so actually interests him]
And I've always wondered what I smelled like, to you.
[an equally strange thing to say back, if taken out of context, but he's used to it, just as much as he's used to Red Wine's elongated, pointed ears that he enjoys watching twitch every so often, to the deep red irises of his eyes, to the fair alabaster of his skin, and the sharp canines that always seem to get a rise out of him when he feels them scrape gently along his skin. for all the differences they both have in their appearances, Dohalim doesn't care (though, it is an added bonus that Red Wine is down right gorgeous); all that really matters is just how much in love he is with the other man.
he slips his hand from Red Wine's ear, before sliding it into the Food Soul's hair, letting his fingers gently twist around the soft locks]
It's nice to know it's something as pleasing as post-rain grass.
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[Another deep breath, another sigh, then he lifts his head up enough to look down at the man with an infinitely fond smile on his face. He brushes a few curls of hair back from Dohalim's forehead then trails two fingertips around the currently softened angle of his jaw.]
And you're always beautiful. [And he thinks that becomes a little easier to hear every time he says it.
His hand drifts down, tracing the line of his collar bone then lower to cup one firm breast against his palm. He rubs his thumb idly against the nipple, circling and teasing at it, and his eyes never leave Dohalim's.]
How much longer do you suppose you'll be like this?
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there's that undeniable soft glow in his eyes as he keeps his eyes on Red Wine's, as a small sound escapes his lips. he could almost swear his body's been more sensitive and receptive to these sort of touches, but it's not like he minds in the slightest. it does take him a moment to answer back, thinking about it. it's something he does wonder every day that's passed; he's almost sure it isn't permanent. hopefully]
I wish I could give you a definite answer. [he lets out a soft sigh, before letting his mind wander to last night] Though... We should make the most of it, don't you think?
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If that's what you want. [He says, smiling. The implication there is 'if that's what you're comfortable with', because he always thinks of his lover's comfort first and foremost, but... he won't deny that he wants that, too.]
I'm curious to hear what other noises you can make when I touch you like this. [As he says that, he slides a hand slowly up the inside of Dohalim's thigh and comes to a stop right at the apex of his legs, leaving his fingers just shy of touching anything too sensitive.] You did make some very lovely ones last night.
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he leans in, brushing his lips against Red Wine's before answering softly]
You're more than welcome to find out... I wouldn't mind repeating some of them, either.
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[Just the right things to send little twitches of arousal through his body. Red Wine kisses Dohalim again, leaning in close, and the hand resting high on his thigh slides higher still to allow him to tease just to either side of his clit with two fingers. He rubs the digits back and forth, occasionally softly pinching the sensitive little nub between his fingers.
He takes his time here, with the thought in mind that Dohalim might still be sensitive from the previous night, but his intentions are more than clear.]
How far will you let me go? [Perhaps the question doesn't need to be asked, but... he asks it anyway. Consent is always important.] Shall I push you until you ask me to stop?
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[it's a strange adjustment, trying to get used to this body, and just how sensitive he can be even now. it takes a moment for Dohalim to answer, squirming slightly under Red Wine's teasing touches, small sounds slipping from his lips as those skilled fingers rub and pinch at his clit. he can already feel the warm heat rushing down, and it always astounds him just how the other man could arouse him so quickly with just a few words and touches.
an arm snakes its way around Red Wine's shoulders, nails gently scraping along his skin, scratches joining the ones from the previous night]
I wouldn't... Say no...
[it excites him, as it usually does, the idea of being pushed to such a state of rapture that his own body and mind doesn't know what to do with itself. rarely does Red Wine ever really push him to the point where he has to ask him to stop, but to be offered such a thing... he can't say no. especially if it's from the Food Soul. but he does appreciate the consideration; it only serves to show Dohalim how much the man cares about him, and it makes him love the other man so much more]
Don't be so gentle with me this time, either... I can take it...
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As you wish.
[He pushes back any fabric covering Dohalim's body and settles between his legs, leaning down to first brush a slow line of kisses up the inside of one of his thighs. He takes his time, eyes lowered, then uses both hands to spread his lover's legs open.]
Don't be shy, now. [The Food Soul purrs with a soft smirk.] Just lie back and relax. [Then he's surging forwards, closing lips and teeth around the sensitive nub at the apex of Dohalim's thighs. He pinches around it with his teeth, not quite enough to hurt, and sucks it in against the steady laving motion of his tongue.]
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reaching down, Dohalim pushes his hand through Red Wine's hair, gently gripping onto it, as if to coax him to keep going. a leg carefully makes its way to sling over the other's shoulder, as if trying to provide some sort of anchor so he doesn't lose himself too quickly to the sensations. but the soft sounds falling from his lips grow into moans, higher in pitch than he's used to. they wordlessly plead for more, the wet heat of arousal only driving him to let out more of those sounds]
H... hah... M-more, please...
[he can feel the rolling pleasure of an orgasm start to rise; one of many he's sure. and from what he remembers feeling from the night before, he can't wait to feel it again]
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It's almost enough to make him want to try this for himself.
Two of his fingertips come up to rub gently against Dohalim's wet entrance, sliding around it but never quite dipping inside save to tease the hint that he might. He dips his fingers against the slick building there and slides them up, moving his mouth away to circle them around the sensitive nub.]
You're so wet already... [He mutters. So responsive. It's attractive as hell.] Do you want me inside..?
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Nn... Please... I want to feel you inside...
[his thighs fall apart a little more, as if almost beckoning the Food Soul. for all that he loves the teasing Red Wine always does to him, he'll more than admit that he wants more. he always does. he wants Red Wine completely, and like always, Dohalim wants to give all of himself to him]
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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.]
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Dohalim opens his mouth to respond to the other's comment (a comment he, surprisingly, is willing to agree on), but with the prick of sharp canines around his nipple and the easy slide of the Food Soul's cock being thrust into him, all he can do is let out a loud moan. his back arches against Red Wine, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulder to pull him down more; one hand fisting into his hair while the other's nails dig into pale skin. just the fluid movement from the other man alone is enough to tremble Dohalim, anticipation building as he remembers what's to come.
with the cock in him and sinuous fingers still playing with his clit, it's amazing that Dohalim doesn't cum just yet, but the spasming of tight walls can tell Red Wine that he's close. he knows the man won't stop at just one orgasm; no, he'd promised to keep going until Dohalim tells him to stop, and that's a promise Dohalim intends for him to keep. looking down at Red Wine, he shifts his hips again, breathing heavy]
R...Red... Fuck me hard... Please...
[the countless times they'd been intimate with each other, it's still rather uncommon for Dohalim to be so lewd with his words. but right now... right now, he thinks, it calls for it]
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If nothing else, hearing Dohalim utter that kind of profanity without any hesitation tells him something. He grins, breathless, and leans up to catch his lover's lips as he does exactly as he's asked. His hips move in shallow, hard thrusts into that welcoming heat, the clenching around his length different again from what they normally experience together and yet wonderful all the same.
With how sensitive Dohalim is right now he might not last long. Red Wine might not last long either, but he knows a multitude of ways to pleasure a woman's body and has no hesitation in trying them all.]
Mmn-- ah. You... just cum as many times as you like, love...
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his back arches as he clenches around Red Wine's cock; the feeling of him still moving within him as he clenches and unclenches around it as he rides the oh so pleasing waves of his orgasm... oh, what an experience. there's a certain wetness in between his legs that he's not used to, but he doesn't pay much mind to it; he's more focused on the fact that even though he'd just came, another orgasm is already building. he moans out Red Wine's name loudly, followed by a litany of "fuck, fuck, fuck," thighs trembling along with the rest of his body. it's almost dizzying, the familiar, yet unfamiliar feelings of pleasure wracking his body, and he has to think to himself, just how many orgasms can he take before he has to stop?
and with Red Wine's stamina, just how long would they be here again? not that Dohalim minds, of course. but it seems it's safe to say that he won't be doing anything else productive for the rest of the day]
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Red Wine slows to draw himself back under control, but he doesn't stop. With one hand between them he rubs and softly pinches his fingers alongside the swollen nub of Dohalim's clit and with the other hand he holds one of his lover's thighs up and open to keep him from being able to close his legs.
With how wet he is now, the slide and drag in and out of him is easy. Red Wine kisses him, stealing his breath with it, then all at once he's pulling away and pulling out of him and grasping one hand around his hip.]
Get up, get on your hands and knees-- [There's a fire and urgency in his voice. Last night had been intense and keenly loving, but this feels more feral now. As soon as Dohalim moves Red Wine is pushing back inside that slick heat again, leaning over his back and cupping one breast in his hand to pinch and rub one pert nipple.]
Mmn-- fuck, like that--...
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R-Red Wine... Fu--
[the word dies on his lips as he presses his hips back, trying to get Red Wine's cock deeper in him. soon, he turns it into a shallow pace as he fucks himself on the length, wanting to bring another orgasm, and wanting to feel Red Wine cum inside of him. he tries to hold himself up with his arms, but soon after does he shakily lower himself onto his elbows, hands gripping his sheets tightly as he lets out sharp gasps]
Fuck-- More, please--
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Dohalim shows clear signs of wanting to control the pace so Red Wine lets him, at first. He keeps his hips steady while his lover ruts back against him, gasping softly each time he fills him to completion, but when the redhead sinks down to his elbows and begs he simply cannot hold himself back any longer. He takes hold of Dohalim's waist and lengthens each movement, almost withdrawing from him completely before thrusting heavily back inside. It's enough to jolt Dohalim against the bed, and Red Wine's soft grunts of exertion quickly turn to low moans as his climax draws closer.
Like this, it's as if he's using Dohalim's body for his own pleasure. He fucks into him hard and fast and barely gives his partner time to catch a breath.
He had asked for more.]
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and really, the fact that Red Wine is practically using his body isn't an idea that Dohalim dislikes. no, he actually enjoys it, maybe a little too much as his mind fades into that blissful pleasure, where every lingering worry melts into the present moment of him and Red Wine sharing this wild, but intimate moment with each other.
there's a tremble that runs along his tired muscles as he struggles to keep himself up; he's thankful for Red Wine's hold on his hips really as his knees slide apart just a little, his hips sinking down as his back arches even more. a hand slips down in between his legs, shaky fingers rubbing along his clit; he lets out a sharp moan as electricity runs along his body.
there may have been a moment when Dohalim had been worried about how Red Wine would take this change. perhaps it was just his own insecurities that plucked at that, but he's glad all the same that his lover accepted it all the same. and really, it's not like this is all permanent, after all, even though Dohalim wouldn't exactly say no to another transformation again if it meant all of this.
hurried circles against his clit only makes Dohalim moan loudly and sharply as he clenches around Red Wine's cock, as another orgasm hits him. he will admit, that release is easier to come by in this body once he gets going, which is surprising all on its own. another plus to this entire thing, it seems]
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When Dohalim's second climax hits him in short order, it's before Red Wine is close to ready for his own. The Food Soul gasps, digging his nails into his lover's hips as he fucks into him through the fluttering clench of muscles around his cock. Of course, he doesn't stop. He hasn't been asked to.
He adjusts his hold slightly and drives in hard, fast, knowing full well what he will be doing to every one of Dohalim's over-sensitive nerves. Red Wine leans in over him and barely loses pace as he cups one of his breasts, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing the stiffened nub.]
More..? [It's not really a question. Or, at least, not one he really needs to ask.] Let me hear you.
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a pinch of his nipple rips out a reedy moan as Dohalim cranes his neck to glance up at his lover. there's a certain misty shine to his eyes, amidst the glow, as his eyes water from the sheer pleasure of it all. the upward quirk of his lips tell a different story, however, an almost challenging grin]
M-more... Give me all of it... Please...
[Dohalim's voice is low and wanton. his hips move in time with the other man's thrusts, rocking back into him to bury his cock in just a little deeper]
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Red Wine slides two fingers against his clit, rubbing and gently pinching the nub between his fingertips. He's panting softly beside Dohalim's ear, his heart almost beating out of his chest against the firm warmth of his lover's back, and gods he finds himself almost jealous. Maybe he should find some of this stuff as well...]
Ah-- hah... How loud can you be..? Let me hear it...
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Red Wine really is so cruel, sometimes.
he also knows how loud Dohalim can be, especially now, especially with how many times they've been intimate. he's come so far from when they first started sleeping together, how Red Wine would have to coax words out of Dohalim, to find out what he really wants, to patiently wait for something. but now... now, Dohalim isn't nearly so hesitant to be loud for the Food Soul]
R... Red, please...
[up until now, from the moment Red Wine started with those delicate touches as soon as the both of them woke up, Dohalim felt like he was a rubber band being slowly stretched out, threatening to snap with every orgasm. he's at a limit of coherency, this he's well aware of, and he knows that once that rubber band snaps, it'll plunge him into that desperate space where all he knows is his lover, his cock, and how well it fits in him, no matter the body he's in.
with a pinch and roll of his clit, it's enough to send him over that edge as the band snaps; a shudder rolls through Dohalim's body as he lets out another moan, lower this time, almost animalistic. he's overstimulated, this much he can gather in the now thick haze of lust, but gods above he wants so much more]
Please, please--! Don't stop, please d-don't stop, I need... I need you, I need all of you-- haah-- Fuck me, don't stop fucking me, please...
[Dohalim's words are interrupted with another loud moan and choked sob as another orgasm thrums through him, clenching around the length inside him. he really does have to wonder how many times he can cum until he's absolutely spent, but in his current state, Dohalim doesn't want to find out. he doesn't want this to end]
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Dohalim begs, and Red Wine teases at his clit until he feels him tense and clamp down on his cock again. He trails a few gentle kisses over his lover's shoulder and slowly pulls out of him, urging him onto his back again before he's plunging straight back into that tight and welcoming heat.]
Hold on tight-- [He says urgently. He wanted to see-- he wanted to...
Sharp teeth nip at Dohalim's neck, just below the fluttering of his pulse]
You feel-- so good, Do...
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hands curl around Red Wine's shoulders tightly, nails digging into soft, warm skin sharply, his head tilted back; he wants to feel those canines against his own neck, in his neck--]
B... Bite me, Red... I need... I need...!
[what does he need? Dohalim isn't even sure anymore. the heat is cloying in his mind, every thrust pushes him past any coherent thought that could be lingering. he's aware of Red Wine's cock raking against hot walls inside of him, pushing him closer to another orgasm. how many has it been... he's lost count. has Red Wine been counting? he hasn't even cum yet himself...
glowing eyes look up into deep red, full of lust]
Give... Give me all... I need all of you...
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