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"Well-- now I'm going to be thinking about it," Gonou says, half-stifling another groan before it makes its way out of his throat. "It's very pretty when it's long."
"It bounces," Jedao whines, nipping lightly along Gonou's jaw. "And when he's talking about stuff I don't know I end up just watching his mouth."
[He'll probably be there before Gonou, since Gonou has to make a stop at the counseling office before he heads down to the engine room. He slows as he approaches the door, looking around. Jedao might already be inside--]
Gonou's laughter is deeply affectionate, but he can't help the spill of mirth, even as he tilts his chin up to give Jedao better access to his throat.
"Ah -- so that's almost -- all the time, then...?"
"Ah -- so that's almost -- all the time, then...?"
Jedao hums agreeably; Gonou can feel the shape of his grin before Jedao kisses his neck, before finally sliding his hand into Gonou's underwear, giving him a slow, constrained stroke, skin on skin.
His head falls farther back with a low groan, and he presses forward against Jedao's hand.
"Ah-- let me--" He wriggles, leaving his hand in Jedao's hair just where it is even as he lets the other one drop to the waist of his pants, trying to push them down to at least mid-thigh. Everything is much too constrained just now.
"Ah-- let me--" He wriggles, leaving his hand in Jedao's hair just where it is even as he lets the other one drop to the waist of his pants, trying to push them down to at least mid-thigh. Everything is much too constrained just now.
Jedao is, in fact, just behind him, and emerges from the other stairwell, since he spent two minutes wondering if it was enough of an occasion that he ought to dress up for it, then realized he was going to be late and ran down, re-touseling his for-once combed hair.
He grins at Gonou and breaks into a brief run, catches him up in a tight hug. Even though Gonou looks exactly the same, the joy of the news bursts over him again.
"You did it."
He grins at Gonou and breaks into a brief run, catches him up in a tight hug. Even though Gonou looks exactly the same, the joy of the news bursts over him again.
"You did it."
Gonou turns towards him, wrapping his arms around Jedao's shoulders in an equally tight squeeze. The letters crumple in his hand as he does, but he doesn't care.
"I still don't know what I did differently! I feel the same--"
He pulls back, a little, and tilts his head just a bit so his silver limiters catch the light.
"-- except I can feel you now, even with these on."
"I still don't know what I did differently! I feel the same--"
He pulls back, a little, and tilts his head just a bit so his silver limiters catch the light.
"-- except I can feel you now, even with these on."
"Maybe you were just ready," Jedao suggests, giving him a quick kiss.
Jedao gives him just enough space to do it, running hungry fingertips over Gonou's hipbones in the meantime, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe for a moment. "How do you want me, darling?"
"Maybe," Gonou agrees wryly, and kisses him back. "I suppose the changes must have been slower than I thought."
"Like your hair growing. All of a sudden, it's 'how did that happen?'" He laughs a little, and lets them into the strange conglomeration of the engine room.
"Any way I can get you," Gonou says, smile trending briefly wicked, but he does give the question some real thought. There's a lot of sand out here. He's not sure he wants to sit in it with his pants off, much less do anything more vigorous, even if Enclosure sand will disappear as soon as they get back out of the room.
Well, they have a perfectly comfortable palm tree trunk here....
"...use your mouth?" he suggests, a little hesitant: he still blushes at being too direct.
Well, they have a perfectly comfortable palm tree trunk here....
"...use your mouth?" he suggests, a little hesitant: he still blushes at being too direct.
"Graduation is the moment when you realize it's long enough to tie back," Gonou agrees, straight-faced, and follows Jedao in, staying close enough for their shoulders to brush together.
Jedao beams at him in pure delight, and gives him one more quick, darting kiss before maneuvering deftly around and sliding to his knees. "Any time," he promises, his grin turning a little bit wicked, his voice deep and rough. He strokes his cheek for a few moments against the bare skin of Gonou's thigh as he shuffles forward a few more inches, close enough to breathe over the head of Gonou's dick.
Gonou's knees fall farther open, leaving room for Jedao to settle between them, and he makes a low sound in his throat at the scrape of Jedao's cheek against the skin of his thigh. His hand falls to rest on Jedao's head, butterfly-light.
"Also," Jedao says pensively, the movement of his lips just brushing over the tip, a look of absolutely dangerous innocence on his face, "The little beard is very cute. I keep wondering what it would feel like."
He leaves Gonou also thinking about that as he finally wraps his mouth around the head.
He leaves Gonou also thinking about that as he finally wraps his mouth around the head.
Gonou makes a startled noise, fingers clenching briefly in Jedao's hair. He really hasn't thought about that, either: he likes Eiffel, and thinks he's cute, but he hasn't connected that to physical traits. He certainly hasn't thought about what those physical traits would feel like in bed. Right now, though, he's very vividly imagining Jedao getting to find out, and it is -- a much nicer image than he would've expected it to be.
That might just be the fact that all of his blood has deserted his brain in favor of his dick, of course. The startled noise blends into a drawn-out groan, luxurious, at the warmth of Jedao's mouth on him.
That might just be the fact that all of his blood has deserted his brain in favor of his dick, of course. The startled noise blends into a drawn-out groan, luxurious, at the warmth of Jedao's mouth on him.
Jedao groans too, more quietly, savoring the heat and weight of it in his mouth. As much as he wants, theoretically, to tease sometimes, he just enjoys it so much. He gets one of his hands around the base, sliding his mouth further down.
The Engine Room, as always, is a bizarre agglomeration of things, with the game consoles and the bronze-and-marble air hockey table stuffed in cheek by jowl with light displays, crystal arrays, buttons and leavers. Jedao heads over to the steam pipe, behind a bulkhead, and checks the water level in the boiler and the the valves before opening up the burner grate.
"I tried to write some of those," he admits. "I was awful at it, though."
"I tried to write some of those," he admits. "I was awful at it, though."
It's almost as arousing as the rush of sensation, the intensity of soft lips and supple tongue, to see just how much Jedao likes doing this; Gonou loosens his grip just enough to let him move more comfortably, knees falling open another few inches as he watches Jedao with a lust-darkened gaze.
It's strangely comforting in here, with all the strange clutter and blinking lights: possibly because he associates it with Jedao, still. Possibly just because, even if he doesn't know what any of it does, this is one of the places on the Barge that looks really functional: strange, yes, but full of things that are doing something.
He leans a little more closely against Jedao at the admission.
"I don't think mine were any good," he confesses. "Very self-absorbed. But I thought it would be worse to say nothing...."
He looks down at the letters in his hands, wrinkling his nose. He might have to write some more, just in case. Wardens don't die if they leave, but Wardens sometimes disappear without warning, and he remembers Raylan's upset when his partner had disappeared after a fight they hadn't had the time to resolve.
With a small sigh, he picks out the one with Eiffel's name on it and slips it onto the grate.
He leans a little more closely against Jedao at the admission.
"I don't think mine were any good," he confesses. "Very self-absorbed. But I thought it would be worse to say nothing...."
He looks down at the letters in his hands, wrinkling his nose. He might have to write some more, just in case. Wardens don't die if they leave, but Wardens sometimes disappear without warning, and he remembers Raylan's upset when his partner had disappeared after a fight they hadn't had the time to resolve.
With a small sigh, he picks out the one with Eiffel's name on it and slips it onto the grate.
"You're allowed to say things that are about you, you know," Jedao points out.
He stirs up the remaining charcoal and pulls out the pack of white matches that the barge thinks go with with the old boiler. He'd used a laser to light it once, and she puffed steam right in his face. He tosses one inside and uses a mothtouch to scrape a line of wax away from the phosphorous. It spits and sparks, and quickly catches on the paper.
"I kept trying to plan my own rescue. I'd be alive, I'd have just forgotten, at worst. Iris would get me, if just for his sake, and - it all sort of fell apart there, if the Admiral wouldn't take me back."
He stirs up the remaining charcoal and pulls out the pack of white matches that the barge thinks go with with the old boiler. He'd used a laser to light it once, and she puffed steam right in his face. He tosses one inside and uses a mothtouch to scrape a line of wax away from the phosphorous. It spits and sparks, and quickly catches on the paper.
"I kept trying to plan my own rescue. I'd be alive, I'd have just forgotten, at worst. Iris would get me, if just for his sake, and - it all sort of fell apart there, if the Admiral wouldn't take me back."
Jedao's eyes drift closed, and he lets himself just sink into it, pure sensation settling over the normal buzz and chatter of his mind like a thick layer of smoke in a beehive. He sucks steadily, drawing back and then sliding down again, with wet, shameless noises and tiny, breathy little whines around Gonou's cock.
"I could get Iris to take me with her now, if anything happened," Gonou remarks, leaning a little against Jedao as he watches the edges of the letter curl and wither.
"-- that one said 'Take care of Jedao,'" he adds softly, with a wry sidelong glance at Jedao. "'And yourself too.' I think I threatened to haunt him if he didn't."
"-- that one said 'Take care of Jedao,'" he adds softly, with a wry sidelong glance at Jedao. "'And yourself too.' I think I threatened to haunt him if he didn't."
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