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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"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.