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"So." Jedao drawls, voice going warm and rough and deep, eyes bright with playful mischief, as his hand slips inside to palm Gonou's cock. "Who's cute?"

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"Other than you?"

-- because, really, it's very hard to think about anyone else when Jedao's hand is in his pants. His laugh is half a groan; one of his hands slips back further into Jedao's hair, catching the soft strands between his fingers, nails running over his scalp.

"Mm. I suppose-- Raylan's not bad-looking," he manages. "And Eiffel?"

This is not the kind of conversation he has ever had before with anyone in his life. Even without the handjob, he'd be struggling a little.

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"Raylan's so fucking tall, is what he is," Jedao mutters, in a tone of voice that says yes, he's into that, and yes, he's annoyed about it, although it doesn't affect the small, gentle movements of his hand. "Hngn. I always want to touch Eiffel's hair so bad, it's so pretty. You want to touch his hair, right?"

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"Well-- now I'm going to be thinking about it," Gonou says, half-stifling another groan before it makes its way out of his throat. "It's very pretty when it's long."

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"It bounces," Jedao whines, nipping lightly along Gonou's jaw. "And when he's talking about stuff I don't know I end up just watching his mouth."

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Gonou's laughter is deeply affectionate, but he can't help the spill of mirth, even as he tilts his chin up to give Jedao better access to his throat.

"Ah -- so that's almost -- all the time, then...?"

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Jedao hums agreeably; Gonou can feel the shape of his grin before Jedao kisses his neck, before finally sliding his hand into Gonou's underwear, giving him a slow, constrained stroke, skin on skin.

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His head falls farther back with a low groan, and he presses forward against Jedao's hand.

"Ah-- let me--" He wriggles, leaving his hand in Jedao's hair just where it is even as he lets the other one drop to the waist of his pants, trying to push them down to at least mid-thigh. Everything is much too constrained just now.

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Jedao gives him just enough space to do it, running hungry fingertips over Gonou's hipbones in the meantime, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe for a moment. "How do you want me, darling?"

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"Any way I can get you," Gonou says, smile trending briefly wicked, but he does give the question some real thought. There's a lot of sand out here. He's not sure he wants to sit in it with his pants off, much less do anything more vigorous, even if Enclosure sand will disappear as soon as they get back out of the room.

Well, they have a perfectly comfortable palm tree trunk here....

"...use your mouth?" he suggests, a little hesitant: he still blushes at being too direct.

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Jedao beams at him in pure delight, and gives him one more quick, darting kiss before maneuvering deftly around and sliding to his knees. "Any time," he promises, his grin turning a little bit wicked, his voice deep and rough. He strokes his cheek for a few moments against the bare skin of Gonou's thigh as he shuffles forward a few more inches, close enough to breathe over the head of Gonou's dick.

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Gonou's knees fall farther open, leaving room for Jedao to settle between them, and he makes a low sound in his throat at the scrape of Jedao's cheek against the skin of his thigh. His hand falls to rest on Jedao's head, butterfly-light.

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"Also," Jedao says pensively, the movement of his lips just brushing over the tip, a look of absolutely dangerous innocence on his face, "The little beard is very cute. I keep wondering what it would feel like."

He leaves Gonou also thinking about that as he finally wraps his mouth around the head.

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Gonou makes a startled noise, fingers clenching briefly in Jedao's hair. He really hasn't thought about that, either: he likes Eiffel, and thinks he's cute, but he hasn't connected that to physical traits. He certainly hasn't thought about what those physical traits would feel like in bed. Right now, though, he's very vividly imagining Jedao getting to find out, and it is -- a much nicer image than he would've expected it to be.

That might just be the fact that all of his blood has deserted his brain in favor of his dick, of course. The startled noise blends into a drawn-out groan, luxurious, at the warmth of Jedao's mouth on him.

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Jedao groans too, more quietly, savoring the heat and weight of it in his mouth. As much as he wants, theoretically, to tease sometimes, he just enjoys it so much. He gets one of his hands around the base, sliding his mouth further down.

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It's almost as arousing as the rush of sensation, the intensity of soft lips and supple tongue, to see just how much Jedao likes doing this; Gonou loosens his grip just enough to let him move more comfortably, knees falling open another few inches as he watches Jedao with a lust-darkened gaze.

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Jedao's eyes drift closed, and he lets himself just sink into it, pure sensation settling over the normal buzz and chatter of his mind like a thick layer of smoke in a beehive. He sucks steadily, drawing back and then sliding down again, with wet, shameless noises and tiny, breathy little whines around Gonou's cock.

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It's too much, too quickly, to keep watching him; Gonou has to lean his head all the way back against the trunk of the palm tree, fingers flexing in Jedao's hair with each shift of his mouth. The bright beach and vast glittering sea narrow down to a smaller world, just the two of them, and the building swell of sensation.

"I'm-- about to--" he manages, half-choked, as he feels the wave threaten to crest, an uncontrollable shiver rippling through his thighs.

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As much as Jedao theoretically likes the idea of Gonou coming on his face, there's the walk out of the Enclosure to think of, and although he supposed he could wash off in the sea, it feels weird knowing the sea is only sort of real. It's easier to swallow Gonou all the way down, hand gripping his thigh, and relish the simple thrill of pleasing him this way.

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He makes an incoherent noise as he comes, low in his chest and only half-voiced, and leaves his eyes closed as he pants for breath afterwards. His hand steals from Jedao's hair down to his cheek, curving gently around it, but that's the only movement he makes.

"That was -- very good," he manages, still a little mumbled.

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Jedao breathes through his nose for a few long seconds, slowly returning to a world with clear thoughts, words, details. He pulls off slowly, then tenderly tucks him away, doing Gonou's pants back up before giving him a sloppy, silly kiss against his belly button. He feels a little bit drunk in the best way, still giddy with it.

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Gonou lets out a soft chuckle, petting Jedao's hair, and then looks down to catch his eye with a wicked glint in his own gaze.

"Since we're all alone out here," he murmurs, suggestively, "may I kiss your hand?"

-- and, possibly, see how worked up he can get Jedao when he's not just confining himself to a single polite kiss on the knuckles.

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"Fuck," he says softly, bluntly, emphatically.

"Yeah." It's possible the roughness of his voice is just due to the blowjob. Possibly.

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"Oh, good," Gonou murmurs, and gives his hair a slight tug. "Come up here, then?"

He's shifting back a little in the nest of palm-tree roots, making room for Jedao to settle in on his lap.

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He shudders at the pull to his hair, tilts his head back, panting, for a moment before he can even move. Jedao whines softly, abruptly aware of how painfully hard he is; getting up off his knees is much less graceful than going down had been. He turns enough to scoot sideways onto Gonou's lap, kisses him fervently.