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"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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"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!"

Jedao bites on air, just so Eiffel can hear the clack of his teeth coming together.

"I thought you missed my mouth," he points out, grinning wickedly.

"Yeah, before I remembered how dirty it was!" But there's no venom behind the protest, especially when he shifts to lean on his other elbow so he can come up and kiss that filthy fucking mouth with a grin on his own face.

Eiffel can probably feel Jedao still grinning into the kiss; Jedao hums in approval as he accepts it.

And there's another round of lazy make-outs in him yet, apparently. Even propped up awkwardly on his elbow, he's quite content to stay here for another few minutes to just peacefully kiss Jedao some more.

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