[Does he want more? Yes, absolutely, but he also wants more of these warm and gentle touches and the opportunity to commit how Dohalim looks right now to his memory. He cups both slender hands against the line of the other man's jaw and strokes his thumbs softly against his cheeks, before leaning in to kiss him again.
His heart is racing, his face feels hot, but there are few places that he would rather be in this moment than right here.]
I want... [What does he want? His mind feels like it's still flying off into pieces no matter how hard he tries to keep it held together.] I want... anything you'll give me, Do.
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[Does he want more? Yes, absolutely, but he also wants more of these warm and gentle touches and the opportunity to commit how Dohalim looks right now to his memory. He cups both slender hands against the line of the other man's jaw and strokes his thumbs softly against his cheeks, before leaning in to kiss him again.
His heart is racing, his face feels hot, but there are few places that he would rather be in this moment than right here.]
I want... [What does he want? His mind feels like it's still flying off into pieces no matter how hard he tries to keep it held together.] I want... anything you'll give me, Do.