⌛ Who: Dohalim ilqaras, Luke re_sonate ⌛ What: Permanent Catch-All ⌛ When: Various ⌛ Where: Various; noted in threads ⌛ Warnings: Smut and other things probably
[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...
[For his own part, Red Wine stopped counting Dohalim's orgasms after the first couple and the fact he still has yet to cum himself is a mystery even to him. He pants heavily against his lover's throat, the sound of a pounding heartbeat filling his head, and the breathy encouragement is all that he needs.
The taste of copper washes over his tongue as his sharp teeth pierce deep into the curve of muscle between Dohalim's neck and shoulder. He groans in the back of his throat, his hands gripping hard to whatever part of the other he can quickly reach as his hips grind in and his orgasm finally crests, breaking over him in a thunderous wave.
He swallows a mouthful of warm blood, then another, then pulls his teeth away from Dohalim's neck with a ragged gasp as the heat of his curls in the pit of his stomach. A thick bead of red rolls down from the corner of his mouth and curves around his chin, and he presses a bloody kiss against the line of his lover's jaw.]
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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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The taste of copper washes over his tongue as his sharp teeth pierce deep into the curve of muscle between Dohalim's neck and shoulder. He groans in the back of his throat, his hands gripping hard to whatever part of the other he can quickly reach as his hips grind in and his orgasm finally crests, breaking over him in a thunderous wave.
He swallows a mouthful of warm blood, then another, then pulls his teeth away from Dohalim's neck with a ragged gasp as the heat of his curls in the pit of his stomach. A thick bead of red rolls down from the corner of his mouth and curves around his chin, and he presses a bloody kiss against the line of his lover's jaw.]