[Feels different? It's sex. It shouldn't feel different. Its just lust, plain and simple. It should be.]
[The bite makes them shudder as they reach forward to grasp Omi by the shoulders, letting out a low exhale. Douman moves to press their lips over Omi's cheek, murmuring:]
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Do you?
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[Again, silence. Their hands grip the blankets.]
We do this often, Omi. It shouldn't be any different, now.
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[Still, he cups Douman's cheek to them, light and soft. Before moving down, biting at their neck and leaving a mark.]
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[The bite makes them shudder as they reach forward to grasp Omi by the shoulders, letting out a low exhale. Douman moves to press their lips over Omi's cheek, murmuring:]
...Take me however you wish.