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 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.