[At first he doesn't move. It's as if he doesn't dare to. He sits in Dohalim's lap, gasping and twitching, and the fabric of his yukata slides off his shoulders to land hooked into the crooks of his elbows. The vine-like markings that always appear when he's close to Dohalim like this have taken over his arms from shoulder to wrist, creeping across his collarbones now and webbing out over the tense muscles of his back.
Dohalim bites down against his shoulder and he groans loudly, tilting his head back. His fingers curl tight into the other man's upper arms and he starts up a slow, steady roll of his hips as he keeps his head lolled to one side to give his lover complete access to his neck.]
You can bite me... harder... [He murmurs, his voice low and soaked in pleasure. His hole is already clamping down around Dohalim's cock as he moves, dragging along the length of it each time he withdraws, and Red Wine is letting out reedy little moans on every other breath.]
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Dohalim bites down against his shoulder and he groans loudly, tilting his head back. His fingers curl tight into the other man's upper arms and he starts up a slow, steady roll of his hips as he keeps his head lolled to one side to give his lover complete access to his neck.]
You can bite me... harder... [He murmurs, his voice low and soaked in pleasure. His hole is already clamping down around Dohalim's cock as he moves, dragging along the length of it each time he withdraws, and Red Wine is letting out reedy little moans on every other breath.]
Hard as you want to...