[there's such a juxtaposition between the last orgasm and this one, calmer in the storm of their lust, soft and quiet. even from Dohalim, as he cums soon after Red Wine, only lets out a low groan, an arm wrapped around Red Wine's waist pulling him down onto his lap and burying himself deep in him. how many times is that, now... how much more can Red Wine take before he gets his fill? how much more can he himself take before he's too exhausted to even keep himself up?
Dohalim nips his lover's bottom lip gently, before leaning in for a gentle kiss, eyelids slipping half closed as he looks at Red Wine through his lashes. he really is beautiful, no matter what, but in the midst of their passion, he looks absolutely radiant. any moment that he misses seeing his lover like this is an opportunity lost, so Dohalim tries to commit this view to memory, to remind himself that this wonderful man is in love with him.
reaching between them, in the sticky mess they'd made, Dohalim runs his fingers along Red Wine's cock, touch almost featherlight]
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Dohalim nips his lover's bottom lip gently, before leaning in for a gentle kiss, eyelids slipping half closed as he looks at Red Wine through his lashes. he really is beautiful, no matter what, but in the midst of their passion, he looks absolutely radiant. any moment that he misses seeing his lover like this is an opportunity lost, so Dohalim tries to commit this view to memory, to remind himself that this wonderful man is in love with him.
reaching between them, in the sticky mess they'd made, Dohalim runs his fingers along Red Wine's cock, touch almost featherlight]
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