[He will often joke when Dohalim gives him flattery, but this time he says nothing and only smiles as he helps the man across the room and onto his lap. How he's still hard is anyone's guess, and he hisses out a soft and shaky breath as the other man slowly lowers himself down.]
Nngh-- [His breath catches, his forehead resting lightly against the man's collarbone as heat blossoms out from between his hips and brings up a sheen of sweat on his skin. He grips desperately to Dohalim's hips when he's fully seated, almost enough to keep him from moving.]
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Nngh-- [His breath catches, his forehead resting lightly against the man's collarbone as heat blossoms out from between his hips and brings up a sheen of sweat on his skin. He grips desperately to Dohalim's hips when he's fully seated, almost enough to keep him from moving.]
Nothing compares... mmh? I could say the same.