"I wouldn't mind, if you did," Jedao admits, shifting around to knead gently at his neck and shoulders. "Your feelings are a part of you, and I love all of you. I love that you're loyal, and possessive. I still love you when you're frustrated and bitter. If you can let it simmer away with the tea, I'll love being gentle and joyful with you. And if you can't, I'll love doing my absolute best to fuck it right out of you."
He drops a soft kiss on the back of Hakkai's neck.
"There is no way for you to come to me, wanting me, wrong."
Hakkai picks up his tea as Jedao turns him gently around, cradling it in his palms as Jedao's hands work over his shoulders. He doesn't drink; he's listening.
I love all of you, Jedao says, and Hakkai -- scarred, bitter, jealous, angry soul that he knows himself to be -- Hakkai believes him.
He closes his eyes as Jedao kisses the nape of his neck.
A moment later, he throws back the entire cup in one long draught, not caring that he's burned his mouth quite badly, and turns to catch Jedao up in a passionate kiss that backs him against the nearest wall.
The only way Hakkai's feelings for Gojyo could be wrong, to Jedao, to feel with Jedao, would be if he wanted Gojyo with him instead of Jedao. And although it's taken him a little while to be absolutely certain that's not the case, it doesn't even cross his mind now.
He kisses back hard and fierce, and even though he's the one caged against the wall, presses on Hakkai's back with a mothpush to keep holding them close, a vertiginous moment where it feels like Hakkai has him pinned down on the ground instead of upright.
Down tips towards Jedao, and Hakkai doesn't even try to stop himself from falling into his gravity, their bodies heavy against the wall as it becomes the floor. Hakkai's teeth scrape Jedao's lip; he kisses like he's starving, like he could drink Jedao down as deeply as his scalding tea.
He does love Gojyo; he's known it for a long time, even if they've never said it clearly to each other, even if he isn't sure what Gojyo wants from him. But he loves Jedao too -- he feels safe with Jedao, safe stripped bare before him, down past the skin.
He breaks the kiss with a ragged gasp for breath, pushing himself away from the wall with one hand as he reaches up with the other to swipe his limiters free of his ear, reaches out to the edge of the counter to drop them there where gravity swings back to point at the floor again.
For this, he wants to be really naked.
"Let's go to bed," he says softly, his longer hair curling in a messy mop around his jawline as he leans back down to mouth a kiss against Jedao's pulse.
Jedao groans, tipping his head back, offering his throat for Hakkai's teeth, his hands coming up to stroke through the curls.
"With my beautiful husband," Jedao murmurs, dropping the push against the wall and taking Hakkai's hands to tug him into the bedroom, the earrings unobtrusively floating a few feet behind them, so that they'll be on the bedside table whenever Hakkai wants them again.
Hakkai nips at Jedao's throat when he offers it, lightly enough that even his sharper fangs won't break skin, and lets Jedao tug him along. The glint of silver midair behind them catches his eye, and he hides a smile in another kiss as they reach the bed, not commenting.
"I'm the one with a beautiful husband," he counters, deliberately silly, and kicks his shoes away before he reaches clumsily for his shirt buttons. He's still no good at navigating them with claws.
Hakkai shivers, leaving his buttons alone and dropping his hands to rest on Jedao's thighs instead. Goosebumps prickle under the caress of Jedao's fingertips and his pupil is blown so wide as to almost drown the yellow of his one real eye.
"Whatever you want," he breathes, and slips his hands up a little further, getting a shameless double-handful of his husband's ass.
Jedao squeaks, then laughs, undoing another button and ducking his head to lick the notch of Hakkai's clavicle, nuzzle the next few inches of revealed skin.
"I want to take you apart," he promises, voice low and warm and husky, sweet and dark as molasses. "Slowly."
"I want to let you," Hakkai confesses to him, his head falling back to bare throat and chest to Jedao's attention. His grip goes gentle, claw-tips trailing up over the small of Jedao's back.
"Because I am yours." It's a touchstone he keeps, no matter what else either of them might feel, or who for: he's Jedao's to his marrow, and Jedao is his. Knowing that, it's not so hard to set other things aside.
Jedao slides his hand under Hakkai's half-open shirt to grip his shoulder in a way that makes his wedding ring press, heavy and warm from his skin, right into the spot where Hakkai's shoulder muscles tend to start knotting up.
The smooth metal pressing hard into tight muscle hurts, with a deep ache for a long moment before the tightness eases all at once. Hakkai's head falls back with a deep, hungry gasp and his fingers flex, claws scoring Jedao's back with pinprick scratches.
"Yes," he agrees, breathless and hungry with surrender, "--please--"
Jedao's breath hisses and shudders under the catch of Hakkai's claws. He pops the next button one-handed and presses a messy, open-mouthed kiss against Hakkai's throat, scraping with his teeth before sucking hard, his other hand still firm on Hakkai's shoulder.
Hakkai's head tips back a little further, baring the whole line of his throat to Jedao's teeth, before -- throat vibrating against the sharp sweet sting of suction -- he murmurs, "If you don't hurry up and get my clothes off I will have to take my chances with my claws."
There's a laugh in the words, bright with affection, but oh, he wants skin on skin now.
Jedao laughs back, loud and bright, and shoves Hakkai down with a hard mothpush, deeper into the bed than the mattress usually allows under their normal weight, heavy enough to make him dizzy for a moment, if he had his limiters on.
"So much for letting me go slowly," he teases, pulling apart the rest of Hakkai's buttons, dragging his spread hands down Hakkai's chest and then nuzzling his skin as he starts to work on Hakkai's pants.
"You can go slowly after we're naked," Hakkai replies, barely covering over the laughter in his voice with a falsely lordly tone. A shiver catches him as his shirt falls open and the skin against Jedao's lips prickles with goosebumps.
He sighs out a breath, pleased, his hands slipping up to curl possessively around Jedao's shoulders. His claws barely tickle the skin -- careful, no matter how much he wants to cling tight.
He has a few half-healed cuts there, from Florian graciously taking a knife to him to help him unwind after Sebastian, and Jedao shivers deliciously, grinds his dick against Hakkai's thigh, softly little noises escaping him. "Ah - ah -"
Fire and ash, the faint catch of Hakkai's claws is so good, an impossible tease, and Jedao has to gulp down several breaths and get his head back in the game so that he can start yanking Hakkai's pants off in earnest.
The breath Hakkai draws in is softly voiced in return, as he lets his knees fall apart and arches up into the touch.
"Ah-- that's better," he groans as Jedao gets his pants down over his hips, the corner of his mouth quirking up. They'd been getting very tight. His fingertips trace the lines of the half-healed cuts on Jedao's shoulders, still light. "Florian?" he murmurs, and leans up, kicking his pants off the rest of the way as he steals a kiss.
It had been exactly what he needed. He shucks the rest of their clothes off in a series of vicious little yanks and presses himself down against Hakkai's front, kissing him deeply.
Hakkai falls into the kiss, hands roaming and clinging over Jedao's back as he fits their bodies together. The heat of his skin, the drowning depths of lips and tongue; it's exactly what he wanted.
His fang catches Jedao's lip as he pulls back to catch his breath at last, and he follows it with a quick apologetic lick, tip of his tongue cleaning away the inky drop of blood from the little cut.
"Mm-- sounds like you had fun," he breathes, and combs one hand up into Jedao's hair where it curls over his nape. "How rough do you want me to be with you tonight...?"
Because he wants to be wanted, to be delighted in, and that means he wants to give Jedao exactly what Jedao wants, too.
Jedao shivers a little at Hakkai tasting his blood with thoughtless pleasure and so little fanfare, at the simple, intimate comfortableness of it, the utter acceptance of each other's sometimes-uncomfortable-bodies.
"I want you to lay back, hold on as tight as you like, and let me bruise you up," Jedao tells him, leaning to suck another fresh mark against Hakkai's shoulder.
Jedao whines in his throat, his teeth digging in deeper as he worries the skin, rocking slow and hungry against Hakkai's body underneath his, a hand squeezing at Hakkai's bicep. When he's satisfied with the bruise he'll leave there, he gives the spot a final kiss and then shifts to pepper, sharp, mean little bites along Hakkai's clavicle.
Hakkai lets his head fall back, his eyes closing as he shudders with each sting of Jedao's teeth against his skin. His hands stay where they are, clinging desperately to Jedao's shoulders; every so often, as Jedao finds a particularly sensitive spot, his grip spasms tighter, his claws breaking skin.
"Yours," he whispers into the darkness behind his eyes, shifting restlessly just to feel Jedao's weight holding him down -- to feel himself wanted, and held close.
He worries bruises all the way down Hakkai's ribs, his other hand alternating between digging his nails into Hakkai's sternum and gently teasing his nipple.
"Mine," he growls between every single one, punctuating it with a rock of his hips against Hakkai's thigh.
When he gets too far down, he gets that hand under Hakkai's knee instead, pushes and holds him spread open while Jedao bites the hollows of his hipbones.
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He drops a soft kiss on the back of Hakkai's neck.
"There is no way for you to come to me, wanting me, wrong."
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I love all of you, Jedao says, and Hakkai -- scarred, bitter, jealous, angry soul that he knows himself to be -- Hakkai believes him.
He closes his eyes as Jedao kisses the nape of his neck.
A moment later, he throws back the entire cup in one long draught, not caring that he's burned his mouth quite badly, and turns to catch Jedao up in a passionate kiss that backs him against the nearest wall.
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He kisses back hard and fierce, and even though he's the one caged against the wall, presses on Hakkai's back with a mothpush to keep holding them close, a vertiginous moment where it feels like Hakkai has him pinned down on the ground instead of upright.
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He does love Gojyo; he's known it for a long time, even if they've never said it clearly to each other, even if he isn't sure what Gojyo wants from him. But he loves Jedao too -- he feels safe with Jedao, safe stripped bare before him, down past the skin.
He breaks the kiss with a ragged gasp for breath, pushing himself away from the wall with one hand as he reaches up with the other to swipe his limiters free of his ear, reaches out to the edge of the counter to drop them there where gravity swings back to point at the floor again.
For this, he wants to be really naked.
"Let's go to bed," he says softly, his longer hair curling in a messy mop around his jawline as he leans back down to mouth a kiss against Jedao's pulse.
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"With my beautiful husband," Jedao murmurs, dropping the push against the wall and taking Hakkai's hands to tug him into the bedroom, the earrings unobtrusively floating a few feet behind them, so that they'll be on the bedside table whenever Hakkai wants them again.
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"I'm the one with a beautiful husband," he counters, deliberately silly, and kicks his shoes away before he reaches clumsily for his shirt buttons. He's still no good at navigating them with claws.
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"Let me, darling," he croons, opening a single button and stroking the triangle of collarbone revealed with soft fingertips.
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"Whatever you want," he breathes, and slips his hands up a little further, getting a shameless double-handful of his husband's ass.
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"I want to take you apart," he promises, voice low and warm and husky, sweet and dark as molasses. "Slowly."
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"Because I am yours." It's a touchstone he keeps, no matter what else either of them might feel, or who for: he's Jedao's to his marrow, and Jedao is his. Knowing that, it's not so hard to set other things aside.
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"Mine," he growls, vividly, viciously pleased.
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"Yes," he agrees, breathless and hungry with surrender, "--please--"
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There's a laugh in the words, bright with affection, but oh, he wants skin on skin now.
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"So much for letting me go slowly," he teases, pulling apart the rest of Hakkai's buttons, dragging his spread hands down Hakkai's chest and then nuzzling his skin as he starts to work on Hakkai's pants.
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He sighs out a breath, pleased, his hands slipping up to curl possessively around Jedao's shoulders. His claws barely tickle the skin -- careful, no matter how much he wants to cling tight.
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Fire and ash, the faint catch of Hakkai's claws is so good, an impossible tease, and Jedao has to gulp down several breaths and get his head back in the game so that he can start yanking Hakkai's pants off in earnest.
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"Ah-- that's better," he groans as Jedao gets his pants down over his hips, the corner of his mouth quirking up. They'd been getting very tight. His fingertips trace the lines of the half-healed cuts on Jedao's shoulders, still light. "Florian?" he murmurs, and leans up, kicking his pants off the rest of the way as he steals a kiss.
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It had been exactly what he needed. He shucks the rest of their clothes off in a series of vicious little yanks and presses himself down against Hakkai's front, kissing him deeply.
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His fang catches Jedao's lip as he pulls back to catch his breath at last, and he follows it with a quick apologetic lick, tip of his tongue cleaning away the inky drop of blood from the little cut.
"Mm-- sounds like you had fun," he breathes, and combs one hand up into Jedao's hair where it curls over his nape. "How rough do you want me to be with you tonight...?"
Because he wants to be wanted, to be delighted in, and that means he wants to give Jedao exactly what Jedao wants, too.
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"I want you to lay back, hold on as tight as you like, and let me bruise you up," Jedao tells him, leaning to suck another fresh mark against Hakkai's shoulder.
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"I want your marks on me." He says it like a secret, voice dipping low and husky.
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"Yours," he whispers into the darkness behind his eyes, shifting restlessly just to feel Jedao's weight holding him down -- to feel himself wanted, and held close.
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"Mine," he growls between every single one, punctuating it with a rock of his hips against Hakkai's thigh.
When he gets too far down, he gets that hand under Hakkai's knee instead, pushes and holds him spread open while Jedao bites the hollows of his hipbones.
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