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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"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.