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"I'll feel a little less guilty about sullying your innocence with that kiss, then."
He laughs softly, and slides down just enough to tuck his head under Jedao's chin with a sigh. Barely awake and he's already feeling tired again (also aching, nauseous, weak and a little dizzy: he's decided he dislikes death tolls.)
"It would only feel right if you knew me," he murmurs, looking down at his half-empty teacup. "And all of that would ruin the mood terribly."
He laughs softly, and slides down just enough to tuck his head under Jedao's chin with a sigh. Barely awake and he's already feeling tired again (also aching, nauseous, weak and a little dizzy: he's decided he dislikes death tolls.)
"It would only feel right if you knew me," he murmurs, looking down at his half-empty teacup. "And all of that would ruin the mood terribly."
Jedao laughs quietly too, taking Gonou's teacup before the dregs can spill and putting both cups to the side.
"Don't feel guilty. You did him no harm and made him feel -" Less alone, less afraid, less freakish. "- brave."
"Don't feel guilty. You did him no harm and made him feel -" Less alone, less afraid, less freakish. "- brave."
"Mm. Really, I just wanted a kiss, in case I ruined the timeline," Gonou admits. "But I'm glad it helped him."
He sighs a little, eyes half-closing, before remembering something and glancing up.
"Ah-- do you see the cat?" He points up at a little brass statue of a cat sitting on the shelf beside Kanan's cabinet. "Before you go, you should pet its head. I'm curious...."
He isn't quite sure that it's going to actually cause anything to happen, but he wouldn't put it past Xie Lian to send him a message that's both a metaphor and literal.
He sighs a little, eyes half-closing, before remembering something and glancing up.
"Ah-- do you see the cat?" He points up at a little brass statue of a cat sitting on the shelf beside Kanan's cabinet. "Before you go, you should pet its head. I'm curious...."
He isn't quite sure that it's going to actually cause anything to happen, but he wouldn't put it past Xie Lian to send him a message that's both a metaphor and literal.
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"....do you want me to go?" he asks. "I don't mind staying while you sleep."
"I don't want you to," Gonou admits, slightly flushed. "But, ah. I thought you would probably have things to do..."
"I'd probably still be sleeping off my injuries if you hadn't helped heal me anyway," Jedao points out. "And James and I are experimenting with trust. I can be here for a little while more."
Jedao strokes Gonou's hair. "You sleep. I'll stay."
Jedao strokes Gonou's hair. "You sleep. I'll stay."
"If you're sure," Gonou murmurs, but he's already settling his weight against Jedao again in silent concession. "...Thank you."
"I flipped a coin when your back was turned," Jedao invents, draping an arm around Gonou. "Lucky you."
Laughing softly as he rests his head on Jedao's shoulder, Gonou murmurs, "Of course."
[from here]
"Ah, all right," Gonou manages; the light teasing brush of Jedao's fingertips over his belly has him already half-hard, enough that he welcomes the release of pressure with a nearly-stifled noise at the back of his throat. He lifts his other hand to Jedao's face, cupping it between both palms as he leans in for a slower, deeper kiss.
"Ah, all right," Gonou manages; the light teasing brush of Jedao's fingertips over his belly has him already half-hard, enough that he welcomes the release of pressure with a nearly-stifled noise at the back of his throat. He lifts his other hand to Jedao's face, cupping it between both palms as he leans in for a slower, deeper kiss.
I, ah.
... I should tell you. I believe I've graduated?
[he has the tone of someone who is not fully convinced himself that what he's saying is true. On the other hand, he has acquired a cabin remodel overnight. There's a bathroom opening off it to the left.
Strangely, he doesn't feel any different.]
... I should tell you. I believe I've graduated?
[he has the tone of someone who is not fully convinced himself that what he's saying is true. On the other hand, he has acquired a cabin remodel overnight. There's a bathroom opening off it to the left.
Strangely, he doesn't feel any different.]
[He feels a rush of relief and pride and happiness; Gonou's chances of vanishing on him, which he has staunchly refused to think about, must be slashed now. And of course Gonou deserves it, has worked so hard to be his better self. There's nervousness too, the formless fine anxiety he supposes goes with any big change.]
My hero.
Do you, um, have plans?
My hero.
Do you, um, have plans?
Mm. I thought I'd go set a few letters I left with Kiryu on fire.
[Because if he does go anywhere now, it won't mean he's dead. Which is -- very important.]
And -- Xie Lian offered to introduce me to some of his friends, back home. But I'll come back here after that.
I may have to ask you for Wardening advice.
[Because if he does go anywhere now, it won't mean he's dead. Which is -- very important.]
And -- Xie Lian offered to introduce me to some of his friends, back home. But I'll come back here after that.
I may have to ask you for Wardening advice.
I don't exactly have a track record.
But I love you. I'm so proud of you.
But I love you. I'm so proud of you.
"So." Jedao drawls, voice going warm and rough and deep, eyes bright with playful mischief, as his hand slips inside to palm Gonou's cock. "Who's cute?"
Well. You have more experience than I do.
[He lets out a breath, and then adds, speaking a little too fast:]
I'm-- very glad this means I won't die on you.
[He lets out a breath, and then adds, speaking a little too fast:]
I'm-- very glad this means I won't die on you.
[A soft exhalation.]
... would you like to help me burn those letters?
... would you like to help me burn those letters?
Of course, if you want me there.
Where would you like to do it?
Where would you like to do it?
"Other than you?"
-- because, really, it's very hard to think about anyone else when Jedao's hand is in his pants. His laugh is half a groan; one of his hands slips back further into Jedao's hair, catching the soft strands between his fingers, nails running over his scalp.
"Mm. I suppose-- Raylan's not bad-looking," he manages. "And Eiffel?"
This is not the kind of conversation he has ever had before with anyone in his life. Even without the handjob, he'd be struggling a little.
-- because, really, it's very hard to think about anyone else when Jedao's hand is in his pants. His laugh is half a groan; one of his hands slips back further into Jedao's hair, catching the soft strands between his fingers, nails running over his scalp.
"Mm. I suppose-- Raylan's not bad-looking," he manages. "And Eiffel?"
This is not the kind of conversation he has ever had before with anyone in his life. Even without the handjob, he'd be struggling a little.
I want you there.
Ah... there isn't any fireplace in any of the very secret warden spaces, is there? [He's teasing a little.]
Ah... there isn't any fireplace in any of the very secret warden spaces, is there? [He's teasing a little.]
Well...there is sort of a steam boiler in the Engine Room. I give it some charcoal and fire it up for a few days every month or so, since that seems to make her happy.
Oh, really?
[He'd been considering burning them and dropping the ashes over the deck railing if there wasn't a safe place to set things on fire, but burning them as fuel feels better. More productive, somehow.]
... Yes, I think that would be nice. Meet you at the Engine Room?
[He'd been considering burning them and dropping the ashes over the deck railing if there wasn't a safe place to set things on fire, but burning them as fuel feels better. More productive, somehow.]
... Yes, I think that would be nice. Meet you at the Engine Room?
"Raylan's so fucking tall, is what he is," Jedao mutters, in a tone of voice that says yes, he's into that, and yes, he's annoyed about it, although it doesn't affect the small, gentle movements of his hand. "Hngn. I always want to touch Eiffel's hair so bad, it's so pretty. You want to touch his hair, right?"
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