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[there's a bit of fumbling about with the camera, fingers come into view before everything is righted, and Dohalim comes into view. he's... looking a little rough, dark circles under his eyes as he props an arm up to rest his forehead in between his thumb and forefinger. there's a slight ting of red that manages to peek through his bronzed skin, as he takes a small bite of a sliced piece of fruit; someone went foraging for wine fruit, it seems.

the silence goes on for a moment more; one would think this could be a mukbang, before Dohalim finally sighs out softly, and speaks]

First of all... I would like to apologise to those I've encountered in the last several weeks. My actions were out of line.

[his speech is slurred; he looks off to the side]

Second of all... Would anyone know how to get blood out of white linens?

[another soft sigh, before Dohalim reaches towards the camera, and the screen goes black. he was meant to draft this, but... oops he posted it instead. help a guy out, he really doesn't want to have to burn his regalia]

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[Red Wine, who is fully used to needing to take care of himself and even changing sheets on occasion, makes quick work of stripping the soiled bedding off the futon and replacing it with what Dohalim gives him.

He bundles up what he takes off and sets them aside, because although the fire in him has simmered down to warm embers with the delay he isn't willing to let Dohalim leave the room without him to see to putting them in the wash. Instead he just grabs hold of the man's hand and pulls gently, tugging him down onto the futon with him.]

I think that's good enough, don't you?

[the smallest part of him feels bad that Red Wine is the one changing his sheets, especially when he really has to learn to be more independent when it comes to such things. but even he'll admit that someone taking care of even the most simple of things just because they want to and not because they're being paid to do so does warm his heart just a little bit. sometimes, even as unsure he's become of himself, it's the littlest things that bring him a bit of joy. and honestly, after everything that had happened in the last couple of hours, Dohalim really needs it, he thinks.

not that he'll say it out loud, in fear of sounding too selfish, of course. no, instead, he'll tell himself that watching Red Wine is just an excuse to really take a good look at him as subtle as he can, eyes trailing along the defined muscles of Red Wine's form.

but as he's tugged down by Red Wine, he's careful when he lands on top of him; in a graceful movement as he goes down, Dohalim gently presses a hand on the other man's chest, pushing him down on his back]

Yes, I very much think so.

[with smile on his lips, Dohalim leans in for a kiss, soft for now. that won't last long, however. no, not when he owes Red Wine]

[Red Wine doesn't mind doing things like this, especially when it's for someone that he thinks really needs the gentle attention of someone simply taking care them. It's not the first time he's changed a set of sheets.

When Dohalim drops down to the futon with him so easily he can't help but smile as he's pushed down, and he leans up into the kiss pressed to his lips. He isn't sure what to expect from the man when it comes to this particular arrangement, but he doesn't think he's going to dislike anything that happens.]

So, what do you plan to do with me? [He asks in a soft murmur, lightly bumping their noses together between kisses and sliding one hand up over Dohalim's shoulder.

He's lovely, even like this. What a treat.]

Mm, what, indeed...

[he really doesn't have any sort of capacity to do something as rough as Red Wine had treated him, but that doesn't matter. he's more than fine with something a lot slower, and tender, just to enjoy the man's company more intimately, and in a state of mind to be able to.

Dohalim presses a soft kiss against Red Wine's lips, before shifting up to press another one where his ear and neck meet. his other hand slides up to gently brush against Red Wine's other ear; he'll definitely be teasing him now that he knows just how sensitive his ears are]

Perhaps I should take you nice and slowly, if you would like...

[He breathes out a soft sigh, relaxing under Dohalim's weight when those warm kisses are pressed against his neck. His head leans up towards the touch to his ear and the dratted thing twitches slightly under the contact, though he doesn't have it in him to mind that much.]

That sounds... like something I would like very much.

[Being handled roughly could be fun but there was something to be said for slow and sensual. He had already had his hands over every inch of Dohalim's skin, so wasn't it the other man's turn? Red Wine was looking forward to something less frantic.]

Take your time, sweetheart. I can handle it.

[and taking his time is exactly what Dohalim plans on doing; he's still a little tired from their earlier romp, so it'll give him some time to regain some of that energy back. and really, he can also take the time to show Red Wine's his appreciation, not by just words alone, but by actions as well. the twitch of his ear only endears Dohalim a little more, and encourages him to continue the gentle touches for a moment or two longer.

yes, he thinks that taking it slowly for the time being will benefit the both of them. Red Wine is a fine specimen of a man, indeed, and one that Dohalim will be indulging. perhaps it's fine to be a little selfish, in that regard.

while his hand doesn't leave Red Wine's ear just yet, Dohalim trails soft, featherlight kisses along his jawline, teasing in their wake. the hand still pressed against his chest slowly slide up to his shoulder, then down his arm, fingers mapping out trails along the muscles, as if to memorise every curve, every crevasse of the man]

[Red Wine is not a heavily built man - all slim and dense muscle, the epitome of the graceful swordsman ideal. Of course, that had been exactly what his first Master Attendant had wished for when she had first called him forth and thus, that was what he had become. Every inch of him is pale, clear, unblemished by any mark or scar. Entirely unnatural, but he doesn't think that Dohalim minds that one bit.

He arches his back just slightly and tips back his head as that warm hand moves up over his chest, the kisses up his jaw, letting out a breathy sigh and settling down again once the hand reaches his shoulder. A smile idles on his lips, soft and playful, but he doesn't move to guide the other man's touches at all.]

Mm... let me ask you something... [The man hums out, sliding his thigh up the outside of Dohalim's leg.] Would you do this again for me?

[he absolutely does not mind. in fact, Dohalim almost has to marvel at the perfect form of Red Wine's body, and how fortunate he is to be able to see the man in such a way. unnatural, maybe, but it's a beauty Dohalim will drink up as much as he can.

his hand eventually slides away from Red Wine's arm, trailing back up and down his chest, tracing along every curvature, every bit of smooth skin. as his hand stops at his hip, Dohalim lifts his head up at the question, to look at Red Wine. he takes a moment to consider his answer]

I will admit that I prefer to be on the receiving end of things-- [he may as well be honest] --But would you like me to?

[Red Wine hums softly. Funny how that makes two of them, yet they've ended up in a position like this. He brushes his fingers over the man's hair, catching a curl and letting it roll slowly over the backs of his knuckles.]

I would.

[He has, admittedly, never actually let a mortal have him like this. New experiences are always interesting and he doesn't doubt that Dohalim will be up to the task.]

You may consider satisfying me to be a challenge to your ego, if you like.

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