"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.
Hakkai cries out at the sting of Jedao's teeth in the hollow of his hip, unstrung and unrestrained; his hand slides into Jedao's hair, tightening on the messy strands now grown long.
"Please," he says meaninglessly, not sure what he's pleading for: anything, everything Jedao wants to give him, if he's surrendering himself to the heady surety of being wanted.
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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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"Please," he says meaninglessly, not sure what he's pleading for: anything, everything Jedao wants to give him, if he's surrendering himself to the heady surety of being wanted.