[For Red Wine's sensitive nose, the smell is almost overwhelming. He hums softly in pleasure, eyes half-lidded, and then as if a stray thought catches in his mind for long enough for him to read it he carefully turns off the sybian. For now, at least.
He doesn't want Dohalim getting so fucked-out that he can no longer give any coherent kind of consent to what Red Wine is doing to him. His fingers run along the other man's jawline and then he cups his palms against it, stroking his thumbs against Dohalim's cheeks.]
I shouldn't do that again, you'll get dizzy. [Experimenting with his darker desires has at least given him the ability to impose some control on himself when he does so and he knows it isn't something he can do without consequence.] But... mm... thank you for trusting me.
[A very attractive thing on its own. He smiles and runs his fingers back into Dohalim's hair, and slowly rolls his hips on his lover's still-hard cock. It sparks across exhausted nerves, almost too much but not quite.]
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He doesn't want Dohalim getting so fucked-out that he can no longer give any coherent kind of consent to what Red Wine is doing to him. His fingers run along the other man's jawline and then he cups his palms against it, stroking his thumbs against Dohalim's cheeks.]
I shouldn't do that again, you'll get dizzy. [Experimenting with his darker desires has at least given him the ability to impose some control on himself when he does so and he knows it isn't something he can do without consequence.] But... mm... thank you for trusting me.
[A very attractive thing on its own. He smiles and runs his fingers back into Dohalim's hair, and slowly rolls his hips on his lover's still-hard cock. It sparks across exhausted nerves, almost too much but not quite.]
Ah--... fuck, Do...