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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"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.