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[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.

Of course.

[Dohalim doesn't need to worry - his sense of security isn't poorly placed. Red Wine is dedicated to the protection of humans so long as they aren't causing deliberate and malicious harm to others, and even with what this man has told him he doesn't believe that he is that kind of a person. Someone who delights in the harm they cause doesn't sit crushed by guilt afterwards.

He flushes very softly pink when his hand is kissed, his dark eyes soft and warm, and he leans down to touch his lips to the hand holding onto his. Then he moves them both aside and fits his mouth to Dohalim's for a lingering few moments. When he pulls back, he smiles a little.]

Do you want me to push you again?

[They can do anything. Dohalim hadn't objected to the idea that they might actually have sex, and Red Wine is definitely thinking about it after seeing him come so prettily just from having his cock teased. He looks around and retrieves the lube that the man had given him earlier, tucking it against the palm of his hand.]

Or shall I be gentle with you this time?

[Or both. He could do both.]

[Dohalim hums to himself in consideration; what would he prefer? the intimacy had already proven to keep him distracted, and he won't lie, this tender moment they're both currently sharing is really nice and warm.

but then again, to have lost all sense of control... now that was exhilarating]

I have... Sought to keep myself under control for a better part of my life.

[he'd already been so honest with Red Wine. what's a little more, at this point? it's not like the man doesn't know his deepest, darkest secrets now]

However... Handing that control over to you... Losing it completely... It was exciting. I want that again.

[Dohalim reaches up to thread his other hand in Red Wine's hair, pulling him down for another brief kiss]

Make me fall apart again.

As you wish...

[They have their safe word after all, if it gets too much, and Red Wine is keeping an eye on him as well. He has a feeling Dohalim would let him push him too far while he chased the high that losing control gave him.

Now, finally, he reaches over for the cords he had picked up earlier. There's an idle smile on his face as he pushes Dohalim's arms up, trailing his fingertips up his forearms as he brings both hands together over his head. He firmly ties his wrists, and though the futon leaves nothing to tie them to, he isn't concerned. Dohalim has already proven himself very adept at following instruction.]

Keep them there. [He says, and he lightly strokes over the man's hair. Keep them there. Don't touch him, and don't touch yourself. He thinks that is a simple enough command to understand.

For a moment he simply sits, and he sweeps his gaze down the length of Dohalim's body.]

Beautiful. [Red Wine murmurs softly. Simply beautiful. He's admittedly excited to be able to mess him up again.

So he starts slowly, as he had the first time, with warm kisses pressed below Dohalim's jaw and down the line of his throat. The teasing press of sharp teeth is enough to send a sting of pain into the skin this time, though the threat of a bite never quite comes through.

When he can feel Dohalim's breath beginning to softly catch in his throat once again he slides a hand up the inside of his thigh and pushes his legs apart. The bottle that had been warming in his hand is finally brought to use, and he makes sure Dohalim can see as he tips some of the contents over his fingers. The slick substance within warms quickly against his skin, but is still a little cool when he touches two fingertips against Dohalim's perineum. Slowly, he slides them back to rub over his entrance.

With another nip against the man's collar bone, he presses two fingers past the tight ring and pumps them shallowly inside.]

[if anyone back in Autelina Palace, or even his predecessors saw just how part of his regalia is currently being used, Dohalim is pretty sure there'd be some sort of uproar about it. but really, he doesn't plan on wearing the aiguillettes again anytime soon, and they were a ridiculous addition to the ensemble. no, having his hands bound to hopefully stave off any temptation to use them when he shouldn't (see: brushing his fingers against Red Wine's ear... he'll remember that reaction for future reference) is a much better use for the cords than they were originally used for.

at least they're soft enough not to give him terrible rope burn]

I hardly think I'm beautiful... But I suppose beauty is in the eye of the beholder...

[a small comment; he just can't help himself. many times he's heard comments on this apparent beauty, soft whispers among the palace court and among the citizens of Viscint. even when Alphen had made that remark about how one could paint a portrait of him was met with a retort that whoever wanted to paint him should, in his literal words, 'get their eyes tested.'

but. again. beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

it's a thought he shoves to the side in favour of letting himself feel those soft kisses to those teasing sharp teeth (Dohalim can't help but want those teeth bitten down into him; what a strange thought) that rip out sharp inhales. he can feel himself trembling under Red Wine's touch, his skin still sensitive and tingling after all this time. he lets his legs fall apart as the other man nudges them; eyes watch as those sinuous fingers are coated, only to flutter closed as he feels them press up against him.

he won't lie, there is that discomfort bordering pain at first, and it does take a moment for Dohalim to relax at the intrusion. while he's been in this position before, it will always be something that will take time to get used to. but with the delicate care Red Wine is taking, it does make it easier for him to relax and open himself up just a little more]

[It's a temptation - the biting - that he clamps down hard on even in a situation like this. Something he can't let himself give in to because he doesn't know what will happen if he does... he only knows what he fears will happen, and that's enough for him to not want to take the risk.

He does give Dohalim time to relax, only pressing in to the top joint at first and moving his fingers slowly. His free hand wraps around one side of the man's neck, the pad of his thumb pushed up beneath Dohalim's chin as he kisses him deeply. He slides the digit to one side as he parts his lips against the kiss, coaxing the other's lips apart.

Though he'd offered to hurt him he hadn't said he would injure him, so he's careful to wait until he feels the tension around his fingers ease before he pushes them in deeper. It's a slow thing, a gradual in-out of his first two fingers until he can push them in to the second joint, then to the knuckles. He stops there, carefully curling his fingertips to find the sweet spot.]

Good? [He says quietly, murmuring the words against Dohalim's lips and kissing the corner of his mouth.] Does it hurt?

[it's a moment or two before Dohalim nods; thankful for the slow movements of those fingers in him, it doesn't take long for him to relax enough that it starts to feel good, rather than uncomfortable. eyes slowly open back up to look at Red Wine, the orange-golden glow back in his usually warm honey irises]

Mm... No... No, I am alrigh--

[his voice hitches in his throat again as he feels the tip of Red Wine;s fingers brush up against his prostate, sending a burst of static along his nerves; the tingles spread throughout him as he lets out a soft moan. his back arches as his hips press down against the other man's hand, wanting more of that contact, and more of that touch]

[Gorgeous.

He hadn't made the same demand as before - that Dohalim hold back until he was told he could come - but he wonders if the man still thinks it applies. Well, he isn't going to correct him if he does.

Red Wine hushes him almost tenderly as he arches his back and he carefully follows the movement of his hips, not allowing him any more of that stimulation than he will give permission for. He withdraws his fingers a little until Dohalim settles back down, then pushes them back inside to tease at that spot again as he scissors him open wider.]

Take it easy, beautiful. You don't want to make a mess without me do you? [There's a smile on his lips as they touch Dohalim's neck and the line of his jaw. Hearing him make that sound had gone a ways to riling him up all over again.]

Just relax...

[again, if he were in his right mind, Dohalim would make the argument that he is, by no capacity, a man of beauty. not when there are others present (currently, namely, Red Wine) who exude said beauty that people think he does.

as Red Wine pulls his fingers out, Dohalim can't help but chase them, shifting his hips more to try to drive those slender appendages back into him. but knowing how horrible this man could be, he resigned to the fact that if he was given what he wanted, it would be too easy.

relax, he says... that's easier said than done, especially when he feels those fingers brush up against that spot again, sending more sparks throughout him. he can feel that tightness wind up in his belly again, and his cock harden slowly; as much as he tries to control his breathing, it starts to come out more erratically, as he tries to anchor himself and not let himself fall into the madness so quickly. he tugs at his wrists, cursing the fact that they're bound, especially when all he wants is to pull Red Wine close to him. no other sounds come out of him just yet, as he tries to keep them in]

[Well, now, comparison to Red Wine wouldn't really be fair. All Food Souls are inhumanly pleasing to the eye and while Dohalim doesn't yet know Red Wine's full origins he surely knows he isn't human. Red Wine himself has his own standards for aesthetics, and Dohalim hits most of them quite nicely. He is, in his mind, entirely stunning.

And he fully intends to keep saying it.

He's careful to take his time, knowing that the other man will still be so sensitive, and Dohalim might catch the small smirk on his face when he tugs at the bindings on his wrists. Can't have him getting everything he wants, can they? He's certain to leave his cock alone, too, though his hand is tantalisingly close each time he gently urges Dohalim's thighs apart again.

Red Wine loses track of time. It could be five minutes or fifteen before he finally nudges a third finger against the tight rim of Dohalim's hole and pushes it in as slowly as he had been pumping the first two into his body. He brushes against the man's prostate again, a light and teasing touch before he goes back to shallow teasing of his entrance with every few thrusts of the digits bottoming out to his knuckles.

It isn't without its effects on him. Red Wine's breathing is softly unsteady, his erection entirely distracting each time he shifts position, and he keeps nipping at Dohalim's neck like he wants to sink his teeth into him but is solidly resisting the urge.]

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