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His mouth goes dry when Jedao grinds into his hand, and he pushes gently back, giving him the pressure his body is craving.

"It was, uh-" He's shocked he has enough blood left for his face to burn, but he still turns away slightly, resting his face against Jedao's shoulder, right hand scraping his nails in an almost anxious motion against Jedao's scalp. "It- might've been you... um. In...side me."

And it's only so audible because he's so close to Jedao's ear, half a mumble that only comes out because he's half out of his mind with hormones.

"I'd make it so good for you," Jedao promises, panting softly, eyes half-lidded and glazed with imagining it. "Open you up so sweet. Get your long legs wrapped around me and give you what you need."

His exhale shudders as the description makes him hot all over again, and his hand jerks slightly against Jedao, before he brings both hands down to unclip his belt and carefully, gently slide his own hand inside to get his hand around Jedao.

"Y'made it sound really good," he mumbles, his other hand resting on Jedao's back, just gentle fingers trailing down to his ass. "When you were riding me, a-and I, uh. I got... y'know, curious..."

Jedao whimpers at the feeling of Eiffel's familiar callouses, just slightly uncomfortable with how restrained he feels, suddenly, even though there should be more room now. He yanks his pants down to his thighs with a mothpull, chafing the skin on the outside of his hip on the side he's laying on, but he doesn't care. He breathes out a sigh, rolling a little into Eiffel's hands, bare skin under both of them now.

The yank of fabric under his hand makes him give a surprised little yelp, but he also grips onto Jedao's ass a little tighter, and he follows the rolling of Jedao's hips to wrap his fist up to his base and squeeze a little tighter on his way down.

"I just- I think you'd be nice about it," he mumbles, trying to keep up the words as his focus shifts. "You always treat me real good, y'make it feel- special, 'n' hot..."

Jedao grins, gives a tiny little wiggle of his ass against Eiffel's fingertips, even though the can't move much with Eiffel's grip on his cock.

"You are special and hot," Jedao insists, perhaps predictably, but he doesn't care. "But 'you'd be nice' is a terrible reason to get fucked. I'm not gonna do it until you're begging me. M'gonna finger you until you cry. Wanna watch Hakkai eat you out."

Jedao's voice is warm, melty, golden, and getting looser and easier, intoxicated by Eiffel's touch and easily drawn out into fantasy.

Edited 2024-03-20 05:32 (UTC)

It's hard not to imagine it, and his hand stutters on Jedao, losing rhythm and squeezing without thinking as he remembers teasing Hakkai at their wedding and losing that particular game miserably.

God, he swears he's going to be hard again in no time.

"Bet Hakkai told you he'd like it," he mumbles, eyes shut so he doesn't have to say it to his face. "He told me y'guys talk 'bout me."

"We do," Jedao gasps, hips stuttering hungrily as Eiffel's hand tightens around him. "He loves it. The first time - the first time he put his tongue in me -"

And that memory, saying it aloud, is enough to make Jedao blush, although it's hard to tell when he's already panting and pink-cheeked with lust.

"- right after you had me, he, he licked me clean and fucked me again -"

Fuck, that makes Eiffel whine, and when his hand picks up speed again this time it's deliberate, wrapping around Jedao's head to slick his palm with Jedao's precum and give him quick, dragging strokes to try and push him over the brink.

"Felt so open," Jedao mumbles, his whole body rolling into the rhythm of Eiffel's hand. "So good. I wanna make you feel that good."

And Eiffel laughs, warm and quiet into Jedao's ear. "You gonna make me feel good, 'r you gonna make me beg and cry for it?" he murmurs with deep affection, tracing his tongue around Jedao's ear before he plants a kiss there.

"S'gonna be so good because I got you desperate for it first," Jedao explains shakily, squirming, punctuated with soft, shocked little whimpers.

Admittedly there is a little nervous twinge in his stomach, but it's definitely mixing into the heat that's pooling there again, and he digs his fingers tighter into Jedao's ass as he trails kisses down Jedao's neck, finding his shoulder and giving it a long, slow kiss before he opens his mouth wider and bites down to return the hickey.

Jedao whines, his whole back arching as pleasure crackles through him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he pants, shaking as he comes messily between them.

He moans into Jedao's shoulder as his orgasm surprises him, but it's admittedly a bit of a triumphant sound. Jedao says he's easy but it still always feels like an achievement for Eiffel to get him to come and enjoy it.

That being said, now pretty much all of their mess is all over his clothes, which he'll care more about later but does mean Jedao can't flop on him properly.

He releases his bite and gives the deeply red spot a tender lick to soothe it a bit, and presses a soft kiss into Jedao's cheek. "Looking hot, big guy."

Jedao giggles a little, simple easy contentment. He finally gets his hand out of Eiffel's pants and, since it's already a lost cause, wipes it roughly clean on Eiffel's shirt before leaning in to kiss him again, slow and lazy and satisfied.

He gives a quiet groan as Jedao frees himself, because he's not quite limp at this point, but he's also perfectly happy to simply bask in Jedao's kisses, absently wiping his own hand on a relatively dry patch of his t-shirt so he can wrap both arms around Jedao's waist and cling to him while they kiss.

Jedao lets himself get lost in it for a little while, close and warm and easy, one leg thrown awkwardly over Eiffel's to press even closer, rolling into him enough that they're both going to be a hideous mess, but he doesn't care. He wants to stay here for a little bit of forever, wrapped up in Eiffel's arms, sinking into slow, gentle kisses.

Eiffel could definitely stay like this for a while. His kisses are soft and easy, deep and slow, because he's trying not to fall asleep but the lull of the gentle motions and Jedao's warmth and a really satisfying orgasm are definitely winning.

Eventually he has to bring his hand up - his left first, automatically, but then he feels the sticky tendrils still stuck between his fingers and he uses his right - to push some of his escaped frizz back off his face. It got stuffy here quick.

"That wasn't, like... too fast?" he mumbles, and there's concern in his sleepy eyes despite himself.

"It's really easy to feel safe with you," Jedao says softly. "I...planned slower. But once we were here, I wanted this." Another kiss, quick and sweet. "No regrets," he promises, with a slightly dopey smile.

That makes something he hadn't realised was starting to coil in his chest loosen instantly, and he smiles, wide and a little goofy.

"Cool."

"I missed your dick," Jedao goes on, teasing a little now, even though it's very true. "It's so good and cute. And always so excited to play with me. Like a puppy. Who could say no to that?"

Eiffel bursts into laughter, ridiculous giggles that can't be contained as he puts his hand on Jedao's face and pushes him back, the gesture nothing but playful. "Oh my god, don't call it that! So goddamn weird...!"

Jedao cackles and licks Eiffel's very dirty palm.

That gets a noise in Eiffel's throat, and even he's not sure if it's good or bad but it prompts him to smush his slimy palm against Jedao's cheek harder, rubbing the sensation off with another laugh. "Dude!"

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