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Y--

[Dohalim pauses for a moment; is that a trick question? it has to be. he's been in this spot, in both positions. that's a question that never gets a satisfying answer, a question meant to tease, to be brought to the edge once more. in a clearer mind, Dohalim would know not to answer it with his burning desire.

but it's that same desire that drops his hand from his mouth as he continues to watch Red Wine, breaths puffing in and out in shallow gasps. that's just it, he's not in a clear mind; as he wades through the haze of pleasure clouding his head. much better than the alternative, so he won't complain.

the fingers against sinfully sensitive spots bring him back to the present, and before he can stop himself, Dohalim gasps out:]

--Yes--

[his head drops back as his he tries to shift his hips towards Red Wine's hand. gods he needs it. he needs that release]

[He could have been kind here, but Dohalim didn't ask for that. Red Wine hears the affirmative answer and in response moves his hand completely away from the man's erection.]

Good. [He mutters, and he shifts enough to shuck off his underclothes before he gives his first display of his undoubtedly inhuman strength - he pulls Dohalim up to his knees with one hand as he gives a rough command for him to move, followed by--] Don't you dare.

[Because he hadn't given permission yet, had he? He gives the man's length one last teasing stroke with his hand, then almost tenderly brushes his fingers through his hair before tightly gripping the back of it and forcing Dohalim to look up at him.]

You're going to suck me off, and you are not going to touch yourself.

[If he does... those cords might come in useful.]

Edited 2021-11-08 09:31 (UTC)

[Dohalim lets out a surprised sound at being picked up so easily; being over six foot with lean muscles, that would have been no easy feat to a regular person. there really is more to Red Wine that meets the eye, but he'll give that another thought for another another day.

he lets out a soft sigh at the teasing touch-- the warning only serves to pull a reaction out of him as his cock twitches. absolutely terrible, what a horrible, horrible man.

but Dohalim finds himself loving it. he did ask for it, after all, and honestly, he would have been disappointed if Red Wine didn't deliver.

with his hair pulled back, Dohialim looks up at the other man, his eyes a bright golden orange (a telling sign of just how much this has all affected him already) almost compliments the pink hue of his cheeks, now more prominent under dark olive skin]

I will not touch myself.

[a confirmation, to both Red Wine and himself. he has to be obedient, after all]

[Dohalim did ask for this and though it isn't within Red Wine's usual preferences he finds that he doesn't object to it at all. Normally he would prefer to be the one on his back, taking the instructions, but with such a pretty specimen so willingly taking all of his orders how can he really take issue with it?]

Mm. [Red Wine murmurs, taking in the colour of the man's eyes for a moment (pretty...) and brushing the side of his thumb against the flush on his cheek. He wonders just how far he could push him. How far Dohalim would let him push him before he asked him to stop. He wonders if...

He wonders if Dohalim would ask him to stop, and although there is a safe word in place he's keeping a lookout for the signs that he's going too far.

For now though, he stays on his knees and uses his grip on the man's hair to guide his head down. He pushes two fingers of his free hand into Dohalim's mouth, forcing his jaw open and pulling him down onto his cock. His eyes fall shut, a shudder running through him at the immediate warmth.]

Ah--... good.

[He half-opens his eyes, keeping an eye on where Dohalim's hands are going. If he thinks he can get away with laying a hand on himself while this goes on he has another thing coming...]

[his mouth is easily guided open, with no resistance as Red Wine slips his cock in. in fact, he takes the length with almost expert ease, as if he's done this before many times. he lets his jaw fall open just a little more, tongue rolling against the underside, running along the veins. eyes peer up at Red Wine through his eyelashes.

honestly, even if Red Wine had a preference of being on the receiving end of things, it must be a sight to behold, that Dohalim, a man of status, demure and proper, reduced to such a primal state. hungrily sucking the dick of a man he's only met, like a painted whore in the seediest of brothels. and really, Dohalim does enjoy it. he enjoys the objectification of his body, his autonomy withheld in favour of being treated as nothing but a plaything to the other party. even if his end goal wasn't to silence the invasive thoughts that plague him, he very much likes to indulge in such acts. it was a well kept secret in Autelina Palace, that the beloved Lord of Elde Menancia took pleasure in such debauched activities.

however, this is not Autelina Palace, and he is no longer a lord. and he has to wonder just how many times he can indulge in this without the scrutiny of the court and his people? that he can freely enjoy this?

if anything, he won't complain. as long as someone is there to let him satiate this hunger, so to speak.

planting his hands on Red Wine's thighs, he braces himself as he slowly bobs his head up and down, lips tight around the shaft as he sucks]

Edited 2021-11-08 21:16 (UTC)

[Ah, he's definitely done this before. It's enough to draw a soft hiss from Red Wine as he slips so easily into Dohalim's mouth. Gods. He hadn't expected that, and it makes this infinitely more appealing.

Red Wine tightens his fingers in the man's hair, hard enough to pull on the scalp, and as Dohalim braces his hands against him he makes a point of guiding the motion of his head. The heat around his cock has his breath growing shorter almost immediately and he holds the man to a slow pace, aiming to the back of his throat each time he pulls his head in.

He's in charge here, isn't he? Dohalim wanted to be used - he wanted to forget - so Red Wine will make sure he doesn't have anything left in him to think about anything other than what's happening to him.

While one hand keeps a tight hold on the back of his hair the other brushes through his bangs in gentle counterpoint, his fingertips tracing the side of Dohalim's face from his temple to the top of his jaw. He really is lovely to look at, even with a dick in his throat. The fact he is a lord means nothing to Red Wine - mortal titles hold little importance to him, after all.]

If you're good, I'll give you a treat when we're done. How does that sound..?

[that piece of motivation can really mean anything at this point, and who knows, it might just be patronising, in the end. but it doesn't matter to Dohalim whether or not it's sincere, or not, he'll take it at face value for what it is.

so he'll let Red Wine guide him up and down his dick, as he swallows the tip easily as it hits the back of his throat as he hums affirmatively. with every pull, he can taste a little bit more of that pre-cum mixed with his own saliva, and as much as he tries not to waste a single drop of it, some of it leaks out from the corners of his mouth, dribbling down his chin, but he won't pay it any mind, for now. all he really cares about is making sure Red Wine feels good, and that he's doing a good job of it.

his own cock twitches again, this time because of the lack of attention. it strains, impossibly hard, as if silently begging for any sort of touch. Dohalim almost wants to touch himself, just even for a moment, to loosen the tightening coils in his belly for just a moment, but he can't. he already gave Red Wine his word.

but that also doesn't stop his hand from holding onto the other man's thigh tighter, as if to stop himself from giving into temptation]

[It's working for him. Admittedly he hadn't been entirely certain of this in the beginning but as the flickers of pleasure coil up his tense thighs and between his hips he doesn't think he'd object too much to doing this again. It isn't as if he can't find entertainment that fits his own preferences elsewhere...

He feels Dohalim's hands grip harder on his legs and gives his hair a sharp tug in response, as if to remind him of the orders he's under. If he touches himself even once, Red Wine will make sure he doesn't get the opportunity again.

The man's hot tongue slides up and down the base of his length and he sighs shakily as he closes his eyes for a moment. It's... admittedly been a while since he had someone do something like this for him. Red Wine is not inexperienced, but he has been far more choosy about his partners in the past. Nippon has loosened him up in that regard. Not that Dohalim would be an unworthy partner in any respect... he simply doesn't usually sleep with mortals.]

Ah, Dohalim... [He murmurs, breathing out the name softly. The pleasure coiling and sparking in him rises to a peak, and he lets out a short, low groan as he pulls the man's head in and spills into his mouth.]

Mmh-- fuck...

[hearing his name breathed out like that does give him some sense of pleasure as he grins around the hardness in his mouth, before feeling that hot stickiness of cum hot the back of his throat; what is he to do but swallow? it'd be quite rude if he didn't, after all. and to hear that curse-- on a regular basis, he'd make a comment about how uncouth such a word is. but, he thinks, in this situation, it's fine.

his hands are still tightly gripping onto Red Wine's thighs; hopefully he won't bruise the milky paleness of his skin. but he won't pay that any mind, for now, as he peers up at the other man through his lashes, to watch him bask in the after glow for a moment, and to hopefully peek a glance at a look of praise for doing a good job; he hadn't once touched himself, just like he said he wouldn't.

and when Red Wine does eventually pull Dohalim's head away, he'll lift a hand to quickly wipe the saliva and any cum that had managed to slip out. he can't be wasting a single drop, after all]

[Had Red Wine been aware of that thought, he might have had a tart remark to give as to someone having grounds to have any issue with his language while kneeling in front of him like a wanton harlot. Red Wine is a man of elegance, usually, but that refinement often slips in the face of moments like this.

He won't bruise from the pressure of Dohalim's hands - not so easily - but he is intensely aware of the tightness of the man's grip on his thighs. He looks down, catching the other's gaze in a moment of quiet satisfaction, then finally releases the back of Dohalim's hair to let him pull away.]

Tch, look at you. [Red Wine mutters, placing a hand on his shoulder and slowly pushing him onto his back again.] You'd let me do anything I wanted to you, wouldn't you?

[It doesn't sound like a question that requires an answer, and Red Wine leans over him to lap a tiny smear of cum from the corner of his mouth that had been missed in the swipe of his hand. He tastes salt on his tongue and glances at the man's face for a moment before his lips curve in a small smile.]

But I promised to give you a treat. [His teeth softly scrape the fluttering pulse at the other's throat.] Since you were so well-behaved. [And he moves his attention down, until his head is hovering above Dohalim's straining cock.]

But remember--

[His lips brush the heated skin, close to the base.]

Don't dare come without my permission.

[listen Red Wine, one could be in the throes of passion and still be polite enough not to have a potty mouth okay. it's a matter of propriety, after all.

but as Dohalim is guided down onto his back again, he tries to chase Red Wine's lips with his own for a fleeing moment, before letting his eyes flutter closed. honestly, he probably would do whatever the man asked of him, if it was in his means to do so. perhaps it's his penchant of being a people pleaser; being a former lord of a realm he'd brought peace to sort of came with the territory.

he's only vaguely aware of what's happening as he mentally follows Red Wine's lips, breath catching at the teeth against his pulse, before they keep moving down. it's a moment before he finally catches up with himself, through the haze of pleasure clouding his mind, realising just where the other man had stopped. feeling the softness of those lips against his stiff length, Dohalim lets out a small sound, one he fails to hold back, as he tries to keep his hips still. but even then, he shifts under Red Wine, desperate for more than just featherlight kisses.

don't come without his permission. right. a strenuous task, but one Dohalim intends on accomplishing]

[He waits in the moment after that first brush of lips to ensure that his reminder was heard, then lets out a low chuckle when he hears the sound the gesture brings out.]

Good boy. [Red Wine murmurs, lowering his eyes again and touching a series of feather-light kisses up the side of his length. He punctuates each with a softly murmured word.]

You'll beg me, first.

[Then he smooths his hands over Dohalim's hips, pressing them down against the futon and digging his fingernails into the skin. Holding him there, he lowers his head down and takes the head of his cock into his mouth. Is there a thrill, he has to wonder, in such a sensitive organ being so close to such sharp teeth? Would Dohalim like that?

Would Dohalim actually dislike anything he did now?

He presses his thumbs into the dips beside the man's hips and lowers his eyelids as he takes him in deeper. Dohalim had been so well-behaved so far... a little torment could be a treat as well, couldn't it.]

[~~excuse, sir he is a grown ass man, hardly a boy!!!! what are these men calling him such, it's so rude.~~

Dohalim is the farthest thing away from an inexperienced lover. no, he's had his fair share of partners, and his fair share of both the giver and the receiver. hell, he's also been in positions where his own power had been taken away from him as he slowly because undone by one's busy fingers.

but, for some reason, Red Wine just has a way with his words and his touches; he both feels like putty under his hands, but tense at the same time. the heat coiling in his belly tightens itself to the point of near pain, but it's good, oh so good. honestly, he can't help but push himself up onto his elbows to watch, catching the moment Red Wine slips the head into his mouth.

the deceptively strong hold on his hips only makes him want to challenge it, to buck his hips up into that wet warmth, to have his entire cock sheathed into that sinuous mouth. it's a relief, especially after all of that teasing, but the man's words ring in his ears. don't come until given permission to. ask him for release and hope he will be merciful enough to allow it.

obey, and maybe he'll be rewarded.

thoughts that Dohalim will keep repeating in his head as he continues to watch Red Wine. that elastic band holding him together only stretches tauter, threatening to snap. he craves more-- no, he needs it]

[~~He's ten times your age shut up Dohalim~~

Red Wine feels eyes on him even as he lowers his own in concentration, and he can feel the tension thrumming through the body under him. It would be easy to give him free rein here - to let him buck up into his mouth and take his release that way - but that isn't what they're doing here. Here, Red Wine is in charge, even when he has Dohalim's dick in his mouth.

He feels the other man shift, move himself up on his elbows, and he opens his eyes to look up as he drags his tongue slowly up along the underside of his length. His deep wine-red gaze is heated but not hazy - sharp, even, as it fixes deliberately up on the eyes watching him.

'Do you like what you see?', that look seems to ask, just for a moment, then he's dropping his eyes again to give Dohalim exactly what he's craving. He sinks his mouth down over his cock, letting out the softest cough around his gag reflex and then passing it. He swallows spasmodically, makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat, and gives Dohalim's hips a squeeze with both hands.

This is where Red Wine excels - in being exactly what his partner wants him to be.]

[he can't help but let out a shuddering breath as he locks eyes with Red Wine's; his own looking slightly more like eclipses as his pupils dilate within the glow of his golden orange irises. his jaw slacked as he lets out ragged breaths, hitched whenever he feels the soft vibrations against his his cock whenever it would hit the back of the man's throat, paired with the hums. the warm, gentle squeezes around his length every time Red Wine would swallow his dick almost makes him come right there.

but no, he hasn't asked, yet. nor has he gotten permission.

those unspoken words in Red Wine's eyes almost rips an answer out of Dohalim; it's not that he doesn't like it, but he loves it. the pleasure he's taking just watching the other, very attractive man service him with his mouth, it truly is a sight to behold. as if his inhibitions weren't lowered enough, there's just something in those eyes that make him gasp out--]

--Red Wine--

[shakily bringing a hand up to his lips again, he presses his palm against it to stop more sounds from coming out. the pure, unadulterated pleasure his voice had when he said the man's name only serves to deepen the already dark red flush against his cheeks, but not once does he look away from Red Wine]

[With the sounds coming from him and the tension in the man's body, Red Wine knows he's close. He also knows that there's only so long that someone can hold themselves back from climax. But... Dohalim hasn't asked, and Red Wine isn't going to let him have his release that easily.

He said he'd give him a treat. He said nothing about showing him mercy.

It's a delicate thing to draw him so close to the precipice but not actually pull him over it. When he feels the hips under his hands start to twitch up into his hold he stops what he's doing and pulls away from Dohalim's cock with a softly indrawn breath. The nails of one hand drag a slow, stinging path down the outside of the man's thigh and then he lands a sharp, open-palmed smack against the skin.]

What did I tell you, Dohalim? What are you not to do?

[He lifts his hand to his mouth, swiping a bead of saliva and precum from the corner of his lips.]

Repeat it back to me.

[he would have been fine. if he held himself back, not let out another sound, he would be able to get a handle on himself for just a little longer.

but it's the smack against his thigh the questions and the demand to have Red Wine's words repeated back to him... well, that just throws a wrench in his plans. he pauses for a moment, pressing his hand against his lips more, before dropping it back onto the futon to keep himself upright. he scrambles to gather his words and when he speaks, his voice lacks its usual nuance, one he'd fallen into as the kind lord he was. no, his voice is soft, trembling with desire]

Not... Not to come unless given per-permission to...

[it's that moment, hearing those words coming from his mouth, that something snaps inside of him; he lets out a shuddering sigh as his head drops back, eyes half open as they stare off onto the wall behind him]

Please--

[the word itself comes out more like a soft whine, desperate for that release. it's such a simple word, but speaks volumes of what he wants]

[Ah, there it is.

With the stinging sensation against his palm from the impact and his eyes burning into Dohalim's until his head falls back, Red Wine is acutely aware of his own need for release - one he has been putting aside for the sake of his very singular aim here. He thinks that he has managed to succeed in that. Dohalim barely has the wherewithal to speak, let alone worry about the things that had driven him to intoxication earlier in the day.]

I don't think you could hold back if I decided to fuck you right now. [He hums thoughtfully. No, he doesn't think that the man would even make it past the preparation for it.

The other man might worry for a moment that he isn't going to be granted his request as Red Wine chuckles very softly and shakes his head, but it seems that he's feeling merciful. He wraps his slim fingers around Dohalim's erection and strokes it in quick, firm pumps of his hand.]

Go ahead, sweetheart.

[it really was a worry for a moment when he doesn't hear it at first; he was sure he'd end up popping like a shaken bottle of champagne if he wasn't given that permission.

but when he does hear those words, with the hand pumping him in those quick jerks, it really doesn't take long for the shuddering gasps to turn into groans. eyes flutter closed as he finally lets himself go, thick ropes of cum ejaculating from his cock, leaving him a trembling mess as he slides down onto his back.

the waves of his orgasm crash into him like an unbridled tsunami, washing over him, almost drowning him. he can hear the rushing in his ears, feel the sensitivity of his skin as it tingled against the fabric under him. a part of him has to remember to breathe; he takes a shaky breath in. never did he think that holding out his orgasm for so long would result in such a reaction but... the body high that follows is intoxicating. moreso than the wine fruit he'd been indulging himself with, or anything else he's ever drunken before.

how dangerous this could be]

[Of all the things that had been requested of him here, outright cruelty hadn't been part of the deal. Oh, Red Wine could be cruel if he had to be, but... not at a time like this and not when Dohalim had sounded so very desperate in his plea.

He strokes him gently through his orgasm, smearing spend down the taut skin of his cock as he climaxes over himself. It's a pretty sight, he thinks, seeing him fall apart like this. Exactly what he'd been aiming for and once he drops down onto his back Red Wine giving him a couple more cursory strokes before finally letting go.

And for a moment he just looks at him, quietly thoughtful, then he shifts up and softly brushes his hair away from his forehead. Even with his own arousal aching for attention between his thighs he still knows where his priorities need to be in this moment. Now isn't the time to be selfish.]

Hey... [None of that sharp commanding tone in his voice now. Dohalim looks like his mind has gone somewhere else entirely and Red Wine cups the side of his face, brushing a thumb across his cheek.] Are you still with me?

[Dohalim isn't sure how long he'd been laying there; it had to be more than a handful of minutes, right? time is but a momentary construct at that moment, and Red Wine's assumptions that he's somewhere else mentally aren't exactly unfounded.

the rushing in his ears had died down that he can hear Red Wine's voice; his eyes slowly blink open as he stares, unfocused, at the ceiling, then into the other man's eyes. he doesn't answer for a few minutes, trying to gather what thought he can, but he does tilt his head into his touch, nosing Red Wine's hand gently.

but when he does finally gather enough braincells to offer him an answer, Dohalim sighs softly, the corners of his mouth twitching upward]

Y...Yes.

[his voice is still soft, but level enough that it's apparent he'd come down from the endorphin rush just enough that he's luicid]

[He's been there himself, in that intense and dizzying high brought on by everything being Too Much and he recognises the signs. It takes longer than he expected for Dohalim to come out of it but he sits by the man's side as he gradually refocuses, stroking his fingers idly through soft hair all the while.

The worst thing to do would be to leave him alone.

When he finally speaks Red Wine smiles, all softness and gentle touches now, and he leans down to press a warm kiss against the corner of Dohalim's mouth.]

There you are... I thought I'd lost you for a minute. [He takes hold of one of the man's hands, clasping it lightly between both of his.] Do you think you've had enough?

If... I were a little more weak willed, you might have.

[his own hand gently grasps onto Red Wine's, still trembling minutely. now that he's more or less back in his own head and present, he definitely feels a bit hypersensitive, but not uncomfortable. if anything, it feels rather pleasant, and really, letting the gentle tingles wash over him are doing well to keep him distracted and thinking about more favourable things.

the question gets Dohalim to shake his head; for the first time since Red Wine had seen him in the night, there's a soft smile on his face]

Mm... No. I want more, if you're willing to give it.

[Dohalim certainly wouldn't be put off if Red Wine said no, however. there's a limit to everything, and if the other man has had enough, then he won't push.

a small part of him hopes that Red Wine is willing to do more]

I may need... A few more minutes, but I want more. Please.

Mm... [Red Wine hums softly, keeping hold of Dohalim's hand with one of his own while the other moves through his hair again with warm touches to keep him grounded. He'd been surprised at how quickly he bounced back from having his cock in the other man's mouth, so this gives a pleasant opportunity for him to calm himself down as well.

He still has no intention of rushing anything here, after all.

There's no refusal of the request, only a slight nod of agreement to his asking for more. They can do more, that isn't a problem - Red Wine's stamina as a Food Soul far outstrips any mortal.]

Let me know when you feel ready. [He says patiently, and presses another kiss to his forehead.] Take as long as you need.

[Dohalim won't lie to himself; the warmth Red Wine is exuding right now is so inviting that a part of him wouldn't be opposed to slipping into sleep. the small touches in his hair, the gentle hold of his hand... just the man's presence like this is soothing and comforting after years of not having any sort of intimacy like this.

but, the other, bigger, part of him isn't done yet. he doesn't want this to be over just yet, he really does want more. maybe it's selfish of him to ask the man of it, but the small tinders of desire are still lit in him, threatening to catch fire again. and he so wants that fire.

perhaps it's the endorphins rushing in him still that are giving him a false sense of security, or maybe it's from the years of training for the lordship, or maybe it's just because he's just eager, but he does eventually feel his energy come back to him bit by bit. letting out a soft breath, he brings Red Wine's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it]

...Alright. We can continue, if that is alright with you.

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