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[there's a familiar warmth that stirs in him with every kiss and nip along his skin; every so ofteh, Dohalim would let out a soft, content sigh as he watches Red Wine with half-lidded eyes. yes, this seems to be much more preferable to any other chore or task he'd wanted to get done today. and, as guilty as he still feels about waking the other man up in the middle of the night and dragging him over, he can't help but feel happy that it did happen.

fingers continue to twist themselves in Red Wine's hair gently, but at his words, they pause for a moment. for Red Wine to make him watch himself get fucked, blurring those lines of exhibitionism and voyeurism... it's interesting, to say the least. it's not like Dohalim is opposed to the idea, but he also isn't sure about the idea of watching himself in such a manner. but, then again, it's also something he hasn't even tried, yet, so who knows... maybe he might enjoy it?]

Hm... I suppose we could try it...

[as hesitant as his voice does sound, there is that hint of curiosity in it, too]

[He knows he could work Dohalim up like this, taking his time, until his breath was hitching and his fingers were digging into the sheets. That's the aim of the morning, he thinks, as he waits for what he suggested to sink in and keeps trailing his kisses lower.]

We can stop if you don't like it. [Red Wine says. It goes without saying, really, because when has he ever tried to make Dohalim do something that he didn't want to do?

His hands smooth slowly up the warm skin of Dohalim's thighs. A kiss is pressed to his hip.]

But I think you might enjoy it.

[the lower Red Wine dips, the harder it is for him to concentrate on the conversation at hand, especially with how very aware of where those kisses are landing, and where those hands are. he almost doesn't even notice himself part his thighs a little in an invitation for more of those touches, as his eyes flutter closed]

Do you think so...? What makes you say that?

[to be fair, whatever they've done together so far hadn't warranted a need to stop in the middle of it because Dohalim didn't like what they were doing. really, everything that Red Wine had done and had suggested, Dohalim went with and very much liked. if anything, the times they were intimate had opened his eyes to more possibilities than he'd previously had knowledge of]

Have I done anything you've disliked before..? [Red Wine says thoughtfully as his lips move down to the inside of Dohalim's thigh and he nips the soft skin there, leaving a small mark. He latches on and sucks gently for a moment to pull up a bruise, then lightly kisses the same spot again before moving on.]

Or suggested anything you didn't like?

[One hand is holding Dohalim's thigh steady, but the other trails close to his cock without quite touching it and his fingertips draw idle patterns on the taut plane of skin between the man's hips.]

You trust me, don't you?

[this time it does take Dohalim to answer, very much distracted by the attention and exactly where Red Wine's head is. it's starting to become apparent just how turned on he's becoming just from the teasing alone; his hips shift up for more of those touches, wanting all of them on his cock. but really, knowing Red Wine, that isn't going to happen anytime soon. he truly is at the mercy of his hands, and he can't do anything about it.

and Red Wine really does drive that point home. after all, if he truly does something he doesn't like, Dohalim does have an out. all he has to do is say the word, and they'll stop.

not that he's had to, yet. and hopefully, he won't in the future.

eventually, Dohalim does get his wits about him long enough to answer; when he does, there's a slight tremble in his voice from anticipation]

Of course I do... I would not let you put me in this position time and time again if I didn't...

[It's apparent, and Red Wine is sure that his deliberate teasing is apparent also. Dohalim could demand more - he could demand anything and Red Wine might give it to him - but the fact he doesn't even try speaks volumes about the kind of dynamic they have developed in situations like this.

But, of course, he always has an out.

Red Wine pushes himself up a little and looks towards the mirror, then back to Dohalim again with a charming smile as he runs a hand up the inside of his thigh.]

How about we do it right now?

[ugh, it's that charming smile of his that Dohalim can't help but melt every time he sees it. he won't deny that he's been absolutely entranced by the man, though really, at the end of the day, he won't complain. the feelings that follow said entrancement, however... well, that will be something less admitted at this current moment. after all, it's an unspoken thing between them, that this arrangement is nothing more than that: an arrangement.

right?

perishing the thought for now, and bringing his attention back to Red Wine's proposition, glancing at the mirror tucked away in the corner of his room, and pondering it for a moment]

You waste no time, it seems.

[with a small grin, he looks back at Red Wine, letting out a sigh of mock resignation]

I suppose we could. I'm already at the mercy of your whims, after all.

[There aren't supposed to be feelings. Red Wine doesn't get feelings for such short-lived beings, even with his ever-complicated emotions when it comes to Steak put aside. He doesn't because they don't live long enough and can never really understand what it means to be what Red Wine is.

There aren't supposed to be feelings but he still feels a flutter in his chest when Dohalim grins at him like that.]

All right. [He slides off the bed, heading to grab the mirror and moving it easily into position near to the bed. When he crawls back up onto the sheets and pulls the man over to him it's with another of those spine-melting smiles.]

Kneel up here. I want you to have a good view...

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[Dohalim can't help but laugh softly at Red Wine's enthusiasm as he gets up out of bed (there's a momentary lamentation at the sudden coolness of air against his skin as the man leaves him). there isn't a moment's hesitation at being moved and directed around as he kneels into whatever position Red Wine wants him in; it's that damn smile that makes it so easy for him to want to do whatever the man wants.

Dohalim will admit, it's a bit awkward at first, seeing himself in the mirror in such a state, half aroused, with a faint flush of his cheeks under dark skin, but at the same time, there's a certain allure to it as well. Red Wine had barely done anything to him, but for him to react so easily and readily, and to see the fruits borne from the little effort Red Wine had put into getting said reactions from him...

but what's more appealing is the fact that he can also catch a view of Red Wine himself, and just the simple image of watching him fuck him is a thought that only arouses him more, as his cock twitches upward just for a moment. he'll have to thank Red Wine for the idea, once they're done and satisfied with each other]

[He grabs a tub of lube before he joins him, sliding his knees up behind Dohalim's and pushing him up until he's kneeling. Red Wine seems entirely unperturbed by this kind of exhibitionism, looking straight into the reflection of the other man's eyes as he presses against his back. His half-hard cock slides up against the cleft of Dohalim's ass and he drops a kiss to the back of his shoulder.]

You're gorgeous. [The Food Soul hums as he dances the fingers of one hand across Dohalim's hip and then wraps them around his length, his thumb sliding in teasing circles around the tip.

Softly, his sharp teeth prick at dark skin, enough to sting but not enough to fully break the skin.]

Shall I be gentle with you this time..?

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[there's a rebuttal that dies on his lips as soon as he feels (and sees) Red Wine take his cock in his hand, replaced with a sharp gasp as his eyes train down to watch. paired with the sudden sharpness of teeth against his skin, it takes a moment for Dohalim to answer; when he does, the tremble in his voice is not only back, but more apparent]

I... Am inclined to let you make that decision...

[it is still rather early, after all. and really, who knows, what starts out as soft and gentle could always lead to something rougher... now that's a thought]

However... I don't think I would mind watching you ruin me.

Hmn... my choice, then..? [There's a light purr in his voice that suggests he very much likes that idea. He likes the tremble he can hear in the other man's voice, too. By now he knows very well the kind of power Dohalim is capable of and to be able to reduce him to this is intoxicating all on its own.]

Why don't we do a little of both?

[After all, he doesn't have to be rough with the man to ruin him. It would just... take a while longer. They have time.

They have time, so his hand moves in slow strokes up and down Dohalim's hardening shaft while he keeps his other arm wrapped around the man's chest, only moving his hand to occasionally toy with a nipple or to gently tap beneath the man's chin if he happens to look away from the mirror.

He keeps his own eyes trained on the reflection the entire time. At the way his own near-white skin contrasts against Dohalim's body, the way the man's chest hitches now and then as a spike of pleasure hits him, the way his eyes steadily cloud with the mounting sensations. He's beautiful. How can he not see it?]

Look at you... [Red Wine murmurs, his lips brushing the back of Dohalim's shoulder.] You were made for this.

A-am I, now...

[he won’t lie, he does feel a little awkward watching himself, and while he’s pretty good at keeping his gaze on their reflections, every so often, he’ll look away. Poor self esteem is such a messy thing, and for it to still affect him even now, when he can feel the fire of pleasure coursing through him... there’s a thought somewhere telling himself that maybe, he should work on that at some point. But as Red Wine nudges his chin back so he can look at himself again, it’s a thought that gets pushed back to the dark recesses of his mind, along with other intrusive thoughts and ideas. It really does amaze him just how well the other man can pull him out of that headspace, which only makes Dohalim appreciate him more.

But, again, no feelings within this affair. There shouldn’t be.

His eyes flick between his now hard cock, with those slim, pale fingers wrapped around them sinuously, teasing him, to himself, and seeing just how simple a gesture can get him so riled up, to Red Wine behind him, watching him with those devious eyes. As he leans back against Red Wine, his hips shift against the man’s growing arousal; just because he’s getting this attention, it doesn’t mean he can’t give a little]

[He utters a low, soft hum at the almost-question, knowing that Dohalim would doubt it but honestly expecting that doubt to be more forceful. Though, he's said that the man is beautiful enough times that perhaps he's simply seeing the futility in continuing to argue about it.

Red Wine takes the weight leaning back on him easily enough and when the man is hard - and aching, he's sure - in his hand he pulls his fingers away and grabs the pot he had brought along with him. Three fingers dip in, the fluid inside smeared liberally over the digits, then with his shins braced on the inside of Dohalim's he gently nudges his knees further apart.]

I'm going to put two in. [He says softly, right beside his companion's ear as he gives his cock another few teasing strokes. True to his word, he moves his own hips back and slides two fingers against him, only waiting a moment before the blunt pressure mounts against his hole and then he's slipping the first inch of his two middle fingers in, holding them there while tense muscle flutters around them.]

You can rest back on me, I've got you...

[it’s an almost resignation at this point; he can keep denying it, keep telling Red Wine that he doesn’t believe him, the same old song and dance, and while he himself won’t tire of making the argument, there is that worry Red Wine will. So really, it’s a matter of not fatiguing a point trying to be made.

Dohalim's eyes flutter closed for a moment as he clenches around Red Wine’s fingers; he lets out a slow breath as he relaxes himself. Tilting his head back onto Red Wine’s shoulder, he resists the urge to shift his hips down to get more of those fingers in him. His back tenses for as quick a moment before he leans back down against the Food Soul; a hand comes up to weave through Red Wine’s hair before resting at the nape of his neck, fingers gently stroking along his skin. He doesn’t look back up at their reflection just yet, however, but instead turns his head to press a kiss against his neck. Two fingers barely in and he’s already like this... curse this man for having this effect on him...]

[As he feels Dohalim relax around his fingers and the man leans into him, he doesn't prod him to look back at himself just yet. He takes the other's weight easily as his fingers thrust slowly in and out of his hole, occasionally lingering in the tight outer ring of muscle until it's clenching around the digits in protest.

But Dohalim is used to the way he likes to tease by now.]

Do you want another? [He murmurs warmly, tilting his head to allow that kiss to his neck. This isn't a time when he's trying to control Dohalim in the way he usually does when the man needs that certain release, he can take a little of what feels good for himself too.]

Since you're being so good like this, I'll do what you want.

[he is used to it, but it doesn't make it all the easier to keep himself calm while being teased in such a way. while he still tries to stay quiet, he does let out a soft moan or two. though, honestly, at this point, more as a treat for Red Wine than anything; he can't just give those away to him so freely, after all.

his free hand slides back to squeeze Red Wine's thigh, fingers digging into pale skin as he nods. his own hips shift back against the other man's hand in bid to have another finger in him, all the while desperate for more than just that]

Y... Yes, please...

[his voice his breathless and hitched, but the need is there]

[Dohalim is always so quiet when they start, but it never lasts long when Red Wine starts giving him everything he needs. He'll allow it this time, though, when he's already pushing the borders of the man's comfort with what he's asking him to do.]

Then watch. I want you to look at your expression when I do it.

[And he can wait. He can wait until Dohalim finally drags his eyes down to meet those of his reflection. It's only then that he stops teasing and presses another finger past the tight ring, feeling the muscles relaxing and opening up around the digits.]

You're going to take me so well like this. [He whispers softly, his lips just beneath Dohalim's ear.] You're gorgeous.

[there's a pause before Dohalim slowly lifts his head back up to look at their reflections; his gaze flick to Red Wine looming over his shoulder, those beautiful, piercing eyes watching him, drawing him in like they always do, before he looks at himself. how lewd, to see him in such a way, to see himself so wanton, so open to do anything Red Wine wants to do to him. there's the usual glow of his half lidded eyes as he watches both himself and the other man, taking on the familiar golden orange hue peeking through his lashes.

a gasp escapes him as the third finger slips into him; he tenses for a fleeting moment before relaxing again. the whisper in his ear sends a shiver down his spine, the hand on Red Wine's thigh squeezing, almost as if to keep himself from losing it so soon. and he'll forever tell himself: damn the Food Soul for having such an effect on him, to be able to undo him so quickly, and yet leave him wanting and begging for more. honestly, Dohalim wants nothing more at that moment than for Red Wine to take him completely, like he's done so many times before]

[It's different for Red Wine too, doing something like this. Exhibitionism isn't something he indulges in terribly often and there's a definite thrill in being able to see himself as he buries his fingers slowly into Dohalim's ass. It's a different angle to see how quickly he has an effect on the man and how quickly he falls apart under his touches.

And Dohalim is still gorgeous like this.

He curls his middle finger in deep, the other two chasing it but slowly spreading against the hot walls, and rubs the tip up against the man's prostate. Red Wine could make him climax like this and they both know it, but it remains to be seen if he will have mercy on Dohalim this time and at least wait until he's inside him before he starts pushing him fully towards that edge.]

Are you going to be noisy for me, today..?

[honestly, Dohalim is like a precarious house of cards; all it can take is for Red Wine to nudge him delicately for him to come folding down, laying himself down for the man to do whatever it is he pleases. he also knows that the man has the ability to do it as quickly as he wants, or to draw it out until he loses all track of time. it's a dynamic they've gotten so used to now at this point, so really, it's absolutely nothing to be concerned about.

feeling those deft fingers move inside of him, scissoring and curling, stretching and teasing him. his back arches off Red Wine as he tries to angle his hips, to see if there is anymore length of the Food Soul's fingers he can push into his ass. his jaw hangs open slightly as a moan slips from his lips, not as soft as he usually lets out, but certainly not as loud as Red Wine would want. however, to get him to make any sort of sound other than words so quickly is definitely a sign of just how much this is all affecting him, and just how much he wants Red Wine]

Easy... [As it turns out ,he doesn't have it in his mind to be cruel to the man right now, so as Dohalim shifts and moves his hips he responds with a deep press of his fingers, curling them in towards his prostate without any further teasing. The sound that the other makes goes straight to Red Wine's cock, a small bead of precum sliding over Dohalim's hot skin where the length presses up against his ass.]

Look at you... How ready you are for me already.

[And he's still being so well-behaved. Red Wine had said he'd do what he was asked, didn't he..?]

Do you think you can take it?

[it may not be a teasing touch, but just feeling those fingers press up against his prostate is enough to rip out another moan from Dohalim as he rolls his hips in a wanton gesture, trying to get more of that pressure pressed into him. it's a familiar static-like jolt that runs through him, lighting his body on fire like so many times before, leaving him desperate for more than just the fingers buried deep in him. his gaze is still watching their reflections in the mirror; eyes trail down to his impossibly hard cock, slit oozing precum. he's been ready for Red Wine to fuck him, to take him like the many times he's done before. but now, to be able to watch him do it... any discomfort from seeing himself like this leaves him as the only thought that wiggles into his head is the very sight of Red Wine taking him]

Yes-- [it comes out more like a gasp than anything] --Please, Red Wine, I want you...

[Red Wine wanted him to be vocal, so of course Dohalim will give it to him. he's been better about it, after all]

Keep your eyes up.

[He's familiar with this now - with the way the man's body will shift and move against him, the tells that flag up when he's ready for things to go further. His fingers press in deep, bottoming out, curling up against his prostate for a moment before he slowly draws them free and quickly fumbles to slick up his length.

Red Wine presses the head of his cock up against Dohalim's ass, not immediately pressing in but letting the man come to terms with what is about to happen. Teasing, perhaps, just a little. When he finally, finally pushes inside he stalls at the first couple of inches, holding on to the man to keep him steady.

He makes sure that Dohalim is watching, meeting his eyes in the mirror as he snaps his hips forwards and pulls Dohalim's back against him. The action drags a groan out of him that he muffles with a press of his lips against the back of one dark-skinned shoulder.]

Mm--... that's it...

[it's those few teasing inches that make Dohalim want to push himself back into Red Wine's lap, wanting all of the man in him, filling him. for him to be so cruel, after he'd spent so long teasing him already is just so mean. and yet, not uncharacteristic. really, at this point, Dohalim shouldn't even be surprised. his own eyes, glowing with that familiar wine red tone peers back into the ones looking at him, widening at the snap of their hips flushed against each other. Red Wine's groan is drowned out by a particularly loud moan from Dohalim as he drops his head back onto the other man's shoulder again, breath hitched in his throat as he struggles to regain what little composure he had left. he can feel the precum dribble out from the tip of his cock; it truly is a wonder how he doesn't cum right then.

he has to brace himself for a moment as a hand squeezes Red Wine's thigh to anchor himself; he's almost desperate enough to bring his other hand to wrap his fingers around his throbbing arousal, wanting just a little bit of relief from the tension. but no, he won't, not unless Red Wine lets him. instead, he lifts his head up again to look at the both of them, eyes hazed over with desire and lust]

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