judgementor | [Jikan IC Inbox][un: redwine]

[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]

[It's always fascinated Red Wine to no small extent to see just how easily Dohalim can be riled up. A gratifying thing, too, to know that he's able to ruin the man so easily. When the other man's head drops back to his shoulder he brushes a kiss against the top of his ear, then waits with his cock throbbing insistently inside that tight heat until Dohalim looks up at the mirror again.]

Look at you... [He murmurs again, and he gently prises Dohalim's hand off his thigh, placing it against the man's own hip instead. There, with his own hand pressed against it as a guide, he slides their fingers and Dohalim's heated palm across the quivering muscles of his stomach and up to his chest, where he holds it over his heart.]

Calm down, sweetheart. Take a few breaths with me, all right? [He would love nothing more than to drive into the other and take him without another word, but he wants Dohalim to be present for this.] Stay with me.

[despite the many times they've bedded each other (too many to count, at this point, embarrassingly enough), this is another level of intimacy Dohalim finds himself almost blushing at. to have his own hand guided along his smooth, but flushed hot skin as he watches their hands in the reflection in the mirror does something to him in such a way that it never has before. through the lust, there's a different feeling that he just can't place, one that's foreign but not unwelcome.

Dohalim takes note of the racing thumping in his chest as their hands pause over his heart; he takes several deep breaths, matching Red Wine's, to calm himself down as much as he can. it's so easy to let himself slip into his usual state of arousal, but he heeds the other man's request. Red Wine wants him to stay in the present, so of course he'll try his best to do so.

feeling himself slowly start to calm down, Dohalim lets out a soft sigh, dipping his chin in a slight nod]

I... I'm here.

That's it... [He murmurs as he feels Dohalim calming, settling against him. The press of his palm and fingers pulls the other man's hand along again, over the smooth plane of his chest and back down again, where he grips that same hand against Dohalim's hip and draws his own back slowly.

It's as if he doesn't want to stray too far. The movements are steady but he barely pulls out for each thrust, hitting deep each time. His breathing catches softly beside Dohalim's ear and he clasps his free hand against the other man's hip instead, resuming the previous idle roaming across heating skin with the other. And all the while he pulls Dohalim's hand along with his own, even as he pauses at his chest to thumb idly over a nipple, or as he clasps gently around his throat to feel the bobbing spasm as the man swallows.

The pleasure mounts as a gradual thing, but it mounts. Red Wine presses Dohalim's palm against his own stomach, the taut skin between his hips, then eases it down and wraps both of their hands around his straining cock.]

Steady now... [Red Wine murmurs.] Gods, you're beautiful.

[he still watches their hands, breath hitching at the gentle brush against the more sensitive areas on his body, but never once looking away. there's a sensuality in the way their hands move together, mapping trails along his chest. he's not entirely sure why Red Wine is doing it, but it's not like Dohalim is vehemently against the motions. the short thrusts into him pull out a soft sound every so often, as he pushes his hips back down against Red Wine's to meet his thrusts into him, trying to drive him in deeper.

however, as his breath catches from feeling both of their hands around his cock, Dohalim's eyes flutter closed as he lets out a moan. it's a different sensation than he'd ever felt before, but he can't quite put his finger on to it as to why. Dohalim reminds himself to breathe, trying to keep it steady as he forces his eyes open again to look at them in the mirror. he can't even deny Red Wine's compliments at the moment.

yes, he thinks, this definitely was a good idea]

[Why is he doing it? Because he wants Dohalim to feel what he can feel. He wants him to find the appreciation for his own body that Red Wine has, and this feels like a good way to go about it. Besides, he isn't complaining, and those sounds he's making...

They're different.

The slow and steady way that Red Wine is thrusting into him keeps his orgasm at bay, the pleasure cresting up and washing back in gradual waves. It's good. Warm, close and intimate, and he keeps his hand clasped over Dohalim's as he guides the other man's hand to slide up and down his length.]

Don't hold back. [He murmurs by Dohalim's ear, before pressing a kiss to the skin behind it.] You don't need my permission for anything right now, just enjoy it.

[everything does feel different, if he were honest. for all the wild nights (or days) they've spent with each other, they've also had their more tender times as well. but this is entirely a new experience, from watching the both of them in such a moment, to being guided on where to touch himself, and even being fucked as slowly as he is. even in the way his own body is moving against Red Wine's movements feel different. like his body is following his lead instead of submitting and opening itself up for more of that attention is a stark contrast than what he's used to.

Dohalim also finds that he doesn't mind this at all, and after everything is said and done, hopes that Red Wine will do this for him again.

as he moves his hips back down against Red Wine's, he lets out another moan, softer this time, at he feeling of fullness inside him. as much as he wants to keep watching (though, to be honest, he does want to watch the other man more and bask in his beauty), Dohalim can't help but tilt his head back onto Red Wine's shoulder again. he watches the Food Soul in the corner of his glowing eyes, before reaching up with his free hand to tilt his head down for a kiss]

[He doesn't scold the man this time. The way his head falls back is welcomed with a soft kiss planted in front of his ear, and when Dohalim turns his head he meets his lips with a quiet hum of pleasure. Red Wine's lips curve in a smile against the kiss, a light chuckle bubbling up in his chest as he pecks another against his cheek.]

Are you close? [The question is murmured low and soft as he slides his thumb away from the other man's and rubs it against the dewdrop of precum beading at the tip of his cock.]

You're so beautiful, Dohalim...

[the thumb swiping against the tip of his cock pulls a sharp gasp from Dohalim as his eyes slip closed again, letting his body just feel. it's as if his body is lit up, but not like it has in the past. instead of an electric like heat raging through him, like an untamable fire screaming to be released, it's more of a gradual warmth spreading from his belly, like embers being toked, slowly lighting him aflame. he breathes out a soft "yes," squirming under both his and Red Wine's touch, his hips still moving along with the other's. even the repeated compliment does something to him, adding to that warmth.

he's close, and while Red Wine had told him that he doesn't need to wait for his permission to cum, it feels strange to do so without any warning. he lets out a gasp as he presses his face against Red Wine's neck again. his own hand tightens ever so slightly around his cock as it's still guided up and down its length]

I... Almost...

Keep looking. [Red Wine murmurs, and though it sounds more like a gentle suggestion than any kind of scolding for looking away again Dohalim would know very well the kinds of punishments his lover could deal out for disobedience.]

I want you to see how you look when you climax.

[He circles his thumb slowly around the head of Dohalim's cock and the pace of his own steady thrusting into him changes from shallow movements to slower, but deeper. Red Wine draws himself out further before burying himself entirely each time, and soft sounds of pleasure escape him that are barely audible over the sound of skin on skin.]

Go on...

[as Red Wine moves against him, Dohalim's hips still follow in suit, pressing down as his press up, serving to drive him in deeper. it's a task to look up at the mirror again, but he manages to do so, half lidded eyes glowing brightly through his lashes. hearing Red Wine make such sounds against his ear only turns him on even more, pushing him closer and closer to orgasm; he feels taut like a drawn bowstring, waiting for the tension to be released. his eyes flick up to watch Red Wine for a moment, locking with his, before his gaze shifts back down to his cock, watching that sinuous thumb draw circles around the tip. it's one thing to feel it, but to see it too...

his back arches slightly off the other's chest, body tensing slightly as he's edged closer and closer, his hips moving more desperately just to get every inch of that familiar length in him. as Red Wine's cock brushes against his prostate, a louder moan slips out of him as he looks up at himself; cheeks flushed deeply, lips parted slightly and eyebrows knitted together. seeing himself in such a state, and knowing that Red Wine is the one who got him there, does something to him. it's enough to send him over that edge as he presses his hips down against the Food Soul, clenching around his cock as he cums, a gasp of Red Wine's name before a drawn out moan escapes him again. he doesn't look away, as much as he wants to close his eyes and lose himself in the glow of his climax, but even this is good. it's different this time, even if the way his body tingles and trembles is the same. the way his cock twitches under his fingers as warm cum dribbles over their hands feels just as different, oddly like he's never felt before. it leaves him gasping as he slumps back against the other man]

[It feels different for Red Wine as well. By now he usually has Dohalim so wound up all he can say is Red's name, if he can even manage to get that much of a sound out around his pleasure. This was a good idea, he thinks, as he catches the way Dohalim looks at himself in the moments before his orgasm takes him.

They climax together, the way the other man presses back against him and tightens around him so deliciously being all Red Wine needs to pull him over the edge as well.

He pulls Dohalim back against him, holding him against his chest with one arm while the other hand milks the last of his orgasm out of him with his own palm. Red Wine presses his lips to the back of his lover's shoulder and smiles against his skin, humming as the rush of his orgasm begins to slowly fade.]

Gorgeous.

[despite the rush of his orgasm and adrenaline, there's a sense of calm that usually isn't present after one of their trysts together. perhaps it's because he isn't pushed to such a limit that he has to come down from it? that this time, it's just the both of them enjoying each other intimately, instead of Dohalim trying to push another intrusive thought away? whatever it is, he finds himself liking it, liking the warm feeling of just being held so tenderly after such acts; it's almost as addicting as being driven wild.

tilting his head back once more to glance at Red Wine in the corner of his eye, Dohalim breathes out a soft chuckle at the compliment repeated to him again, before leaning in to gently press his lips against the soft spot under Red Wine's ear]

I suppose I would have to give this to you... I did enjoy that.

You know, I had a feeling that you might.

[He tilts his head to the side and chuckles softly at the kiss, then he carefully moves himself back and pulls out of the other man. The mess they made is sticky on his thighs as it dribbles free from Dohalim's hole, but don't they have all the time in the world to clean up from this?

It's nice to not have to rush.

Red Wine kisses the back of Dohalim's shoulder again and then lets out a comfortable-sounding sigh despite the mess on him.]

Did you enjoy it enough to want to do it again some time?

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think we can wrap this up?

ye finally LOL