Jedao settles a little in his lap, making sure most of his weight rests on Eiffel's thighs, leaving him enough leverage to rock against him.
Jedao's legs - all lean fencer's muscle, through no effort of his own - have a few scattered scars, but his chest and torso are thick with them, many of them rough, warped scars obvious even to blind touch - bullet scars like small knots in wood, puffy old burns, and stranger pebbled textures, some like road rash, some from weapons without earthly analogues. The higher up Eiffel feels, the nearer to where his heart should be, the denser the scars become. One nipple is entirely absent.
Jedao only shivers, though, groaning hungrily at Eiffel's mouth on his neck. When Eiffel bites down he yells and grinds down and twists enough to reach behind himself and grab another hank of Eiffel's hair, all at once - albeit a little more haphazardly than earlier in the proceedings. He tilts his neck and tugs Eiffel down.
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Jedao's legs - all lean fencer's muscle, through no effort of his own - have a few scattered scars, but his chest and torso are thick with them, many of them rough, warped scars obvious even to blind touch - bullet scars like small knots in wood, puffy old burns, and stranger pebbled textures, some like road rash, some from weapons without earthly analogues. The higher up Eiffel feels, the nearer to where his heart should be, the denser the scars become. One nipple is entirely absent.
Jedao only shivers, though, groaning hungrily at Eiffel's mouth on his neck. When Eiffel bites down he yells and grinds down and twists enough to reach behind himself and grab another hank of Eiffel's hair, all at once - albeit a little more haphazardly than earlier in the proceedings. He tilts his neck and tugs Eiffel down.
"Fuck, please, yes, just - not where it'll show."