[He's almost a little jealous, wondering what that thing feels like as it buzzes away inside the other man. Almost, but not quite enough to want to deprive Dohalim of the pleasure of this. Red Wine toys with his length lazily, never quite firming his grip around the shaft and stroking gently up and down, occasionally circling his thumb around the tip or massaging against the underside of the head.
It does seem like he's intent on driving the man mad, whether he wishes it or not.]
Don't resist it, love. I'm not going to stop you at one.
[That's a promise. One of a kind that he has made before, but always with his own - if considerable - stamina to consider. A machine isn't going to get tired. This could go on for a while.]
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It does seem like he's intent on driving the man mad, whether he wishes it or not.]
Don't resist it, love. I'm not going to stop you at one.
[That's a promise. One of a kind that he has made before, but always with his own - if considerable - stamina to consider. A machine isn't going to get tired. This could go on for a while.]