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[it was already so much to begin with, but that might mostly be from the teasing and orgasm from earlier. but it's enough to get him to toe the line again, teetering on a tight rope of sanity and madness. the fingers in him, stretching him out and opening up, while filling him, just aren't enough, not when he's growing increasingly desperate for more.

oh, how he wants Red Wine's dick buried so deep into his ass that it's the only thing he can think of--

--oh. how lewd a thought is that.

as his thumb massages his taint, Dohalim's breath catches in his throat again, and before he can stop, a low moan is ripped out of him. while not a verbal answer, the sound itself is more of one than any purple prose he could ever muster telling Red Wine how much he's enjoying this. no, he's been reverted back to a more primal state, so far removed from his usual austerity. but then again, how can he put up that front when nearly the entirety of Red Wine's hand is in his ass (the initial burn of pain long since gone at this point), and those devilish fingers massaging the bundle of nerve endings setting him ablaze with every teasing brush?

his eyes crack open, glossed over in pleasure, glowing a most beautiful golden orange hue around widened pupils. he reminds himself to breathe again, but when he opens his mouth to take in a deep breath, another choked sound escapes again. no... not a sound, but--]

More--

[it's animal instinct driving him now at this point as his hips shift again, trying to drive those fingers deeper in him. he needs it, he needs the feeling of being so impossibly full, of not only Red Wine's cock, but of his cum as well]

[Dohalim really is beautiful. Red Wine's choice to say so could be mistaken as an affectation in the midst of intimacy. Something one is supposed to say to their partner as an expected thing, but it's far from that. Like this he is particularly enchanting, and he finds himself looking forward to the time he might see Dohalim like this again... And what he might do to make him fall apart in the future.

That moan is what he's after. That moan, and the look in Dohalim's eyes when he opens them. That's exactly what he wanted to see.

Red Wine makes another of those soft and thoughtful sounds, but Dohalim might have realised by now that it doesn't mean he'd about to deny something, rather that he's considering how to proceed. He takes his time drawing his hand free of the man's ass and one sharp tooth dents over his lip as - just for a moment - he looks.

Gorgeous.]

On your knees. [He says then. Perhaps it's cruel of him to demand the movement, but he at least helps Dohalim to achieve what is being demanded of him. The hand he'd used to work him open is still slick with lube and it smears over the skin of Dohalim's thigh as he pulls him into place and then pushes a hand between his shoulders, forcing him down onto his elbows.

One fingernail runs down his spine. Red Wine grabs the abandoned bottle to tip a little more into his palm and shudders, letting out a soft moan as he smooths it onto his twitching cock.]

Don't forget to breathe. [Red Wine reminds the other man as he lays a hand gently against his hip, using the other to guide himself into place and finally--

finally

--pushes inside.]

Breathe in... [He murmurs, and he rests his now freed hand against Dohalim's back as he gradually rocks into him until he can fully bottom out.] Good boy...

[honestly, Dohalim barely remembers moving around; he's only vaguely aware that he's bent over and on his knees, now, or the gentle reminders to breathe. no, he's more aware of the fact that Red Wine's fingers aren't in him anymore. a whine slips past his lips, turning into a moan when he feels a thickness being pushed into him. his toes curl, thighs tremble and knees slide out, just to open himself up a little more for the other man.

gods, having that dick in him is enough to push him off that edge, into desperation, need, and desire, his mind clouded in a thick haze of want, and all he can think about is wanting to please Red Wine with his hole.

don't forget to breathe, Dohalim reminds himself; he takes a breath in. or he tries to, at least, as it sounds more like a ragged gasp. his entire body feels hot, almost unbearably so but desirable nonetheless, the tingling sensitivity of his skin now feeling like static again. as Red Wine sheathes himself completely, Dohalim can't help but shift his hips back, to make absolutely sure that every inch is deep in him]

Ssh-ssh. I'm right here.

[He's slipping again. Red Wine can see it - feel it, too, in the way he trembles - and he gives Dohalim a moment to get used to the sensation of being filled despite the way his own desire is screaming at him now. In all honesty, he is impressed at his own restraint as well. How he managed to bottom out without spilling into him right then and there is anyone's guess.

A moment's pause while he takes a breath, while he curls his fingers around both of Dohalim's hips to control the pace, then he's fucking into him. He draws half way out before he thrusts solidly back inside, pulling the man firmly back against him each time, and he grits his teeth against the rising insistence of his own need.

The way he slows the pace now and then is only partly to tease the man - it's so he can hold onto his own control as well.

Red Wine leans over the man's back, gripping his shoulder and digging his nails into the skin. He lets his head drop slightly, silent but for the panting breaths pulled into his chest and the heady slap of skin on skin. His pace stutters, losing its steady rhythm in brief, telling moments as pleasure prickles its way up his spine.]

Ah--... gods...

[He pushes his fingers into the back of Dohalim's hair, grips, yanks his head back as he thrusts into him again. They'll be doing this again, he's sure of it. He hopes so.]

[the smallest part of him, minuscule in and of itself, tries its damnedest to regain some semblance of control. to keep himself from falling into the throes of passion, to stop him from losing himself completely. to keep this going for as long as he possibly can while he's lucid enough to do so.

but it's hard to do just that when Red Wine is ramming into him, sporadic in his own movements in a way that it's driving Dohalim crazy not knowing when the next thrust is coming. perhaps its the other man's need that's causing that, but either way, it's almost torturous an act.

that last bit of control he'd been clinging onto, however, slips from his grasp as Red Wine weaves his hand in Dohalim's hair, pulling him back as he rams into him-- that's that point where he topples like a house of cards, all inhibitions lost again as he chokes out:]

Fuck--!

[the word is forced out of him with a particular thrust, the tip of Red Wine's cock jabbing into his prostate, sending what feels like boughs of electricity through him. any idle thought he had in his mind goes blank, replaced with one thing and one thing only. he currently only exists for Red Wine's pleasure. it's amazing how he doesn't come then and there; possibly because of Red Wine's demand to not come without his permission. and what is he to do, except obey, still?]

[Red Wine is losing it now. His brow is knit in concentration, holding it together only for the sake of doing what he was asked - to absolutely ruin the man beneath him. The curse that punches out of Dohalim's chest is almost enough to send him over the edge but he shudders, clenches his fist hard in the man's hair, then lets go to grip his shoulder and pull him up against his chest.

The change in angle is a strange one and he bites his lip for a moment to steady himself again, but it's a battle he isn't winning. An arch in Dohalim's back has to be allowed for it but he has his mouth on the man's shoulder, sharp teeth scratching there.]

You can come. [He whispers harshly beside Dohalim's ear, and he's pushing so deeply into him now, barely withdrawing at all before he's nudging up against his prostate again.

His own body is shaking, needy, precum mixed with lube sliding a sticky path down both of their thighs as they kneel.]

Be loud for me.

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[oh, Dohalim is ruined, alright. gone is the way he usually carries himself, gone is the man of propriety, grown in nobility. what's replaced is man so desperate with need, eager to please in any way he can, obedient to a fault if it meant satisfying the person wrecking him.

another wave of electricity from his prostate thrums through him; eyelids fluttering closed as his eyes roll; it's too much. it's entirely too much, but he wants it. it's almost addicting, the endorphin rush, the body high... it's something he's worried he'll keep trying to chase. if not to silence his insidious thoughts, but just to have someone wreck havoc on his body, leaving him an undone mess as a result of being used and utterly spent.

and that's just it: the prospect of being used. it'll be a thought for later, when he can rub two braincells together to think about it, but... he wouldn't mind it. especially if the end result was this.

it's almost instantaneous, as Red Wine whispers those words to him; Dohalim shudders, and comes, letting out a cry so loud it's almost a scream, his body jerking against the other man's chest as he rides his orgasm for the second time that night. the first one was already intense enough, but this one... oh, this one absolutely sends him, as he momentarily forgets everything else around him, save for the man buried in him]

Fuck-- fuck...

[He whispers it, barely, the words drowned under the noisy cry of Dohalim's climax while he thrusts into him again once, twice--

snaps his jaw shut so he doesn't bite down on that muscle under his teeth and presses the bridge of his nose into the back of the man's shoulder--

Red Wine buries himself in deep, orgasms with a low, lost sound half-caught in the back of his throat. He digs his nails in sharp, hard, denting deep into sensitive flesh and he holds Dohalim tightly back against him as he spills into him. A gasp for air rips out of him and then a shaking breath is drawn in and slowly, panting and trembling (when did he start trembling?) he loosens his grip on the man's hip and shoulder.

But he holds him, then. He wraps an arm around his chest and shores him up, kisses softly behind his ear.

He notices the marks that have appeared on his pale forearms and across the backs of his hands. Like tiny leaves curling off delicate vines.]

I've got you. [Red Wine can worry about that later.] Lean back on me, I've got you...

[while he hears Red Wine's words, it takes another moment or two for them to actually process before Dohalim eventually leans back against the other. the trembling in his thighs slowly spread throughout him as exhaustion overtakes his muscles; it's hard to keep himself up anymore, so really, he's thankful for Red Wine's support.

tilting his head back onto Red Wine's shoulder, he cracks his eyes open again; they're still as glossed over as earlier (if not moreso), as he settles into the warm afterglow. the only difference, this time, is his eye colour; if Red Wine were to take a peek, they'd be the same deep red as his own. an effect of kizuna, subtle in its ways, but still pretty.

Dohalim's still left gasping for air, the body (and mental) high pulling soft sounds with every small movement he and Red Wine make. yes, he'll be non-verbal for the time being, as he lets himself just feel the rush in him slowly die down to a pleasant hum. the air feels colder against the sheen of sweat on his skin, and it pulls a shiver from him; he'll just. try to lean against Red Wine more for a little more of that warmth. it's not terrible, per say, but it is rather unfavourable]

[A minute passes. Red Wine slowly shifts to set them both down on the futon, pulling out of Dohalim in the process and moving his legs to ease the faint burn the position provokes in his thighs. He keeps up the contact - close and warm - at all times while he does this and lets the man lean back on him as much as he needs - or wants - to.

They're done, he thinks. He worries about damaging the other man if they try anything else.

He reaches forwards to untie his hands then, tossing the cords aside and rubbing his fingers gently around Dohalim's wrists.]

You did so well... [Red Wine says soothingly, smiling softly against the side of his head, nuzzling into the bright curls of his hair, stroking his wrists and forearms and just holding him while he comes down from that high.] So well, Do. You were so lovely.

[through the haze in his mind, those words to make their way to him; Dohalim smiles softly. if he were in his right mind, he'd make a comment about using a nickname he hadn't heard in over seven years, used by a group of friends he'd long since lost. in his right mind, he'd lament that memory, before plunging himself into thoughts he shouldn't be entertaining.

it might just be the endorphin high. or the fact that Red Wine did exactly what Dohalim asked him of, and was delivered something else that wildly exceeded his expectations. maybe it's the praise paired with it. or it could be something else entirely. but that smile is telling, all the same, that maybe, he likes hearing that nickname on Red Wine's lips.

maybe it'll help him move on from certain things.

Red Wine's arms are both comforting and strong, supporting him physically as well as mentally, as he tries to piece himself back together (though that isn't really working out too much at the moment, feeling like he's trying to cup water in his hands). when it clicks that the other man's hands are gently massaging his wrists, Dohalim slowly and gingerly takes one of his hands into his own, loosely wrapping his own fingers around Red Wine's.

he'll probably feel bad later that the man had to take care of him like this, but for now, he'll take comfort in it]

[Red Wine hums, squeezing his fingers around Dohalim's hand.]

There you are.

[They've made a mess, but he can come back to that later. He's not going to leave it for Dohalim to tidy up, but between sorting out the mess and taking care of the man he just wrecked, he has a clear idea of what his priorities should be. He tips his head enough to see the deep red colour that Dohalim's eyes have taken on and finds himself surprised, a little touched, recognising that colour as if he were looking in a mirror at his own reflection.

For a few minutes they just sit like this and he offers any comfort or support that is needed. Then, as he's becoming more and more aware of the various fluids on both of their bodies, he moves and pulls Dohalim in close to him, sliding an arm under his knees.]

Relax, I'll look after you. [The least he can do. He's not shaking anymore and his grip on the man is firm and sure as he scoops him up and cradles him against his chest. Red Wine kisses his temple, absurdly strong enough to be able to hold him with barely any visible effort.] Let's get you cleaned up.

[for someone who loves his own loquaciousness, the silence that befalls Dohalim is uncharacteristic, but really, it can't be helped. he doesn't even want to try to carry a conversation; he'd probably just spew out some gibberish about his entire experience. so he'll just look up at Red Wine with half lidded eyes; it seems like that deep red isn't going away anytime soon. the one braincell that is still present still wants to try to express his gratitude somehow as he lifts his head up to gently kiss the other man's jaw, not having the strength to reach his lips. hopefully Red Wine gets the message.

the affirmation of being taken care of does give Dohalim a sense of relief as he's picked up. he nestles into Red Wine's arms, head still resting against his shoulder, but otherwise doesn't make a move. the tingling in his body and the colder air feels like pins and needles on his skin, as he makes a small sound of discomfort. well, that's new. not entirely unpleasant, but he knows he doesn't like it.

but that's fine, for now, a part of him knows that Red Wine will take care of it, and that it's only temporary. though, it still sends another shiver throughout his body and he makes another small sound, paired with a shaky sigh. maybe, just maybe, he overdid himself just a little]

[The silence doesn't go unnoticed, and nor do the soft gestures and quiet sounds, nor the way he so easily gives himself over to Red Wine's care. There had been no small amount of trust in what had just happened between them, he supposes, but it's still gratifying to know that even now Dohalim is still giving up control to him.]

You're all right. [He says quietly, bumping a kiss to his head as he walks to the shower room. There, he sets him carefully down on the floor and picks up the shower head from the wall, running the water into the drain until it's comfortably warm.

Red Wine doesn't apply the stream of water directly to Dohalim's skin. He kneels beside him and runs it into his own cupped hand, then gently slides his palm over the insides of the man's thighs, his chest, stomach, the curve of his throat. When their eyes meet he smiles, soft flecks of amber lighting up the rich red. When it comes to himself he wipes the spend off his skin quickly, then swiftly grabs the largest towel he can lay his eyes on and wraps it snugly around Dohalim's body.

He hasn't said a word yet. Red Wine isn't sure if he should be concerned.]

Do you think you can walk? [He murmurs, brushing damp fingers through his hair again.] You can just shake or nod your head, that's fine...

[the gentle touches with the warm water pulls content sighs from Dohalim as his muscles relax under Red Wine's palm. it's a quick clean up, but it's enough to start giving him more mental clarity. not enough to trust his voice just yet, but he's starting to become more aware of everything else aside from what's happening inside of his mind and body.

coming down from the high is interesting, and he's glad that Red Wine is there with him while it happens.

as the towel is wrapped around him, Dohalim can't help but pull it closed just a little tighter, letting the warm, dry fabric hug close to him. that feels a lot better... what was the question again? can he stand? he doesn't answer, but instead tries to test the waters by pushing himself up onto his knees... only to sit back down on the tile floor. no, still too tired]

N... No, I...

[his words come out as mumbles; he just shakes his head. he really will have to make it up to Red Wine when he's lucid enough to do so]

That's all right.

[It's fine. He finishes drying the man off as best he can and then scoops him up again, towel and all, and takes him out of the room. If Dohalim could walk it would have made it easier but in the end it's all to the same goal.

That goal being the couch, where he sits with the man cradled on his lap and settles him comfortably against his body. They're both still a little damp, but they're clean and he snags the blanket draped over the back of the cushions to wrap it snugly around both of them.

It's almost difficult to believe they were sitting at the kotatsu not long ago, and now...

He smiles to himself and presses a kiss against Dohalim's temple.]

There we are. [Comfortable, warm, the press of skin on skin without the need for it to be anything more than that.] How are you feeling..?

[well, at least he isn't trembling anymore, so that's good. but he can feel a wave of exhaustion finally overcome him as Red Wine pulls him close, tucking the thick blanket around them. pressing his face against the other man's neck, trying to gather his thoughts and bearings]

...Tired. But good.

[Dohalim's voice is soft, definitely reflecting that exhaustion. he's still not in a sound enough mind to use more than one or two syllable words at the moment, lacking his usual refinement and penchant for more eloquent vernacular, but at least he can string words together. he settles into Red Wine's lap, taking in the man's warmth, as the comfortable silence falls upon them.

it's a handful of minutes before his mind finally catches up to him, and everything falls back into place; Dohalim takes a deep breath in as he lifts his head, as if waking up from some sort of reverie. in a way, it really was, as he's not nearly as floaty or hypersensitive as earlier. what had transpired between them dawns on him as he glances up at Red Wine, his eyes still the same red; they probably will stay that way until Red Wine leaves]

Ah... Mm. I have to thank you.

[Sitting like this, with Dohalim's warm and exhausted weight curled into him, Red Wine finally allows himself to relax. He rests his cheek against Dohalim's head for a minute then lets it drop back against the couch, his dark eyes falling closed. Once he's sure the man is all right he'll see to the mess they made but for now... he stays right here.

He's dozing a little when he hears that inhale and feels Dohalim move. Red Wine lifts his head and blinks his eyes open, and looks back at him with a curious expression. He combs a stray curl of hair out of the man's face with his free hand, the odd vine-like markings on his forearms blossoming with small amber flowers as he does.]

You don't, but you can if you like. [He smiles and there's a kindness about it. A certain warmth.]

It was my privilege.

[One didn't have that kind of experience every day and Red Wine certainly didn't. In fact it had been a while since he had done anything like that at all.

And Dohalim is still beautiful, even now.]

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[noticing the patterns of vines and flowers on his skin, Dohalim can't help but trace his fingers along them for a moment, before dropping his hand. breathing out a soft laugh, he leans his head back onto Red Wine's shoulder again]

You did not have to indulge in me so. But you did, and I thank you for it.

[he was able to forget about things for a while, and even bring about some sort of mental clarity so he can reflect on them properly rather than play the memories in his head through a drunken haze]

And it did wonders to clear my head a little bit. You may not realise how much it truly helped.

[Dohalim drops his head and Red Wine works one hand gently into his hair, scratching softly at his scalp. This is nice. He's still feeling the soft buzz of his own orgasm and afterglow and having the man cradled in close to him is just... nice.]

Mm... I enjoyed it, too. [More than he had expected to in fact. He'd been all for putting himself at Dohalim's service to do what he needed, but he finds he's looking forward to another opportunity to break him.]

Did you want to talk about anything?

[The question is quiet, tentative, as he continues combing his fingers through the man's hair.]

[Dohalim hums for a moment, pondering the question. is there anything he wants to talk about? that's a bit of a loaded question, considering that just happened, and the events leading up to it]

There are many things I should talk about. Perhaps that would be a more appropriate question.

[but then again, should, and want are two vastly different things]

Especially now that I am in a, more or less, sound mind to speak about them. But... As for wanting to talk about them...

[he fades off, still considering the question. Red Wine already knows so much about him (more than he's care to admit at this point), that he isn't sure what more he could say. but maybe that isn't the point, but rather, working through what he'd admitted to the man earlier. it's just a matter of whether or not he's prepared to talk about it... and if Red Wine is willing to listen]

I'm not going to force you.

[Even with what had just happened between them, none of it had been by force had it? There had always been an out, a way to stop, and now just like then he isn't going to push Dohalim to do anything he doesn't want to do.

What he will do though is press another gentle kiss to his forehead, one hand carding through his hair while the other arm stays tucked around his body holding the blanket and towel against his waist.]

And, hm, I may not even be the best person to speak to. But... I'll listen.

[Another kiss, soft and chaste, against his temple.]

It's your choice, sweetheart.

[Dohalim really could make an argument about how he doesn't deserve this treatment, this kindness, this warmth. it's too... soft.

but, perhaps, that might be his self-persecution complex. mm. maybe he should talk about some things to an ear that is willing to listen]

I would hate to burden you more with my inner thoughts. You have already done so much.

[He could try to make that argument - Red Wine would surely have a rebuttal for it. The tips of his fingers rub an idle circle behind Dohalim's ear and he shakes his head, uttering a soft hum of denial.]

I hardly did anything at all.

[Simply what Dohalim had asked - what he wanted. Was that really so much?]

I've had plenty of opportunity to leave. You're not a burden. Your thoughts aren't a burden. Not to me.

Ever the charmer.

[if only Red Wine knew just how much letting Dohalim have something he wanted means to him, especially if it let him live in reprieve of the usual trappings of his mind. honestly, it really did mean so much to him, almost the entire weight of the world]

You may regret saying that. I can be quite the overthinker.

[he'll at least admit that, though to be fair, he'd used that to his advantage. for the most part, it was that overthinking that made him make those decisions when ruling as lord.

for the most part.

he lets out a soft laugh; he has to. it's hard to ignore the very fact that he's doing it right now. really... how he hasn't cracked before this is beyond him]

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