"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Gonou wraps his arms around Jedao's waist, pulling him in close as he returns the kiss with passionate intensity, licking into his mouth even as he frees one of his hands from the embrace, finds one of Jedao's, threads their fingers together so he can pull the hand up to his own cheek.
Ending the kiss with a little scrape of teeth over Jedao's lip, Gonou turns his head into Jedao's hand instead, pressing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to his palm. He lets his tongue flicker out to trace the lines there, tasting a hint of his own musk on the skin.
Gonou can't quite help how smug he looks at that, but, then, he's not trying to help it at all.
He presses another kiss against the meat of Jedao's thumb, and takes the heel of his hand gently between his teeth, holding it there for a moment as he meets Jedao's eyes -- then letting go, and kissing the tiny dents his teeth had left, the lightest brush of lips.
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He leaves Gonou also thinking about that as he finally wraps his mouth around the head.
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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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"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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"That was -- very good," he manages, still a little mumbled.
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"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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"Yeah." It's possible the roughness of his voice is just due to the blowjob. Possibly.
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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 presses another kiss against the meat of Jedao's thumb, and takes the heel of his hand gently between his teeth, holding it there for a moment as he meets Jedao's eyes -- then letting go, and kissing the tiny dents his teeth had left, the lightest brush of lips.