[He notes the faint tugging, and stills for a moment as he thinks. Then Red Wine sighs and leans down to unfasten the clasps around Dohalim's wrists, finding the idea of being held after that far more appealing than the thought of keeping his lover restrained.
When Dohalim's arms are free, the Food Soul brings his own hands up to cup against each side of the other man's face and tips his head up, planting a gentle kiss against his lips. This could be a ferocious and wild thing, but... biting someone like that is as much an act of trust for him as it is for the other person, and for Dohalim to accept that part of him without question means more to him than anything.]
I love you. [He murmurs, and then he starts up a slow and gradual rolling of his hips. With no instruction given as to where Dohalim can and cannot put his hands he simply gives him full rein for however creative he might want to be.]
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When Dohalim's arms are free, the Food Soul brings his own hands up to cup against each side of the other man's face and tips his head up, planting a gentle kiss against his lips. This could be a ferocious and wild thing, but... biting someone like that is as much an act of trust for him as it is for the other person, and for Dohalim to accept that part of him without question means more to him than anything.]
I love you. [He murmurs, and then he starts up a slow and gradual rolling of his hips. With no instruction given as to where Dohalim can and cannot put his hands he simply gives him full rein for however creative he might want to be.]
Touch me.