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Jedao shudders, easily affected as always. He tilts his head invitingly, turn into Gonou and skimming a hand up his side.

"Missed you."

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"Happy to be back," Gonou murmurs, letting his hands settle on Jedao's hips. A prickle of goosebumps track the light touch of Jedao's fingers over his ribs, and he leans in to savor a slow kiss, letting his worries slough away under the warm drumming water and the beloved familiar touch.

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"It's your welcome party. Any requests?" he asks after another kiss breaks, hands roaming over Gonou's back, squeezing his butt since it's right there.

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"Mm," Gonou says, drawing out the thoughtful sound as his light tenor drops a little lower, and sweeps an appreciative glance down and back up. "Well."

In a tone of innocent sincerity, despite his own visible arousal, he suggests, "You could let me wash your hair?"

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Jedao leans up for another soft kiss. "If you like," he agrees, before turning to give Gonou access to his back and scalp, head tilted just slightly back.

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"After which," Gonou murmurs against his ear as he picks up a shampoo bottle and decants a dollop into his hand, "I'd also like you to come on my face."

He reaches up to lather Jedao's hair, careful and thorough: this request hadn't just been the setup line. There's a knot of guilt and regret tangled somewhere inside the cage of his ribs, for abandoning him to navigate having his memories stolen and shared, for stealing one of his memories all unknowing, for not being there. As much as it hadn't been his choice, still--

-- still, it scrapes an old raw nerve, the thought of not having known he was needed until it was too late.

He's reminding himself that it's not a disaster this time, as he catches the hair between his fingers and rubs soothing circles into Jedao's scalp: that they're both safe, awake and alive, and Gonou can care for him now-- Gonou is still his.

going from artistic PG-13 cropped nudity to CW sex happen around here

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Jedao closes his eyes and sighs into it, feeling the white noise of the water and the steady weight and warmth of Gonou behind him. This bathroom was one of the very few places he felt - not safe, exactly. But safe to take time for himself, to get in touch with himself, practicing things like tiny pushes and learning whether he needed to breathe. It's always good, letting Gonou take care of him, but there's something especially tender about it here.

"I think I could manage that," Jedao murmurs wryly, stroking himself idly in an anticipation.

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Gonou chuckles softly, letting his hands drag down the back of Jedao's neck. "I thought so. Close your eyes?"

He applies a little light pressure, tipping Jedao's head forward towards the stream of water.

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"Already have."

It's about as far from manhandling as it's possible to be, but letting Gonou's hands move him so gently sends the same hot thrill down his spine, and he groans softly.

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Soapy runnels of water run down over his hands as Gonou rinses the shampoo out; as the last suds run down to water, he settles his hands on Jedao's shoulders, urging him to turn back around, pressing him back towards the shower wall so that Gonou has a little extra room to sink down to his knees.

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Jedao brushes back some of the hair plastered down Gonou's forehead, grinning and panting softly. He tilts his hips, brushing his dick against Gonou's cheek.

"Bite my hip, first? I miss getting your marks." Even if they only last for an hour or two, he has them. He remembers they were there.

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Gonou looks up, deliberately rubbing his cheek against the length of Jedao's dick as he leans into the brush of fingertips, and smiles, the corners of both eyes crinkling with the sincerity of it.

"My pleasure," he says, leaning in to press an open-mouthed kiss against the angle of his hipbone before he slides down, just a little, and sets his teeth against the swell of muscle just below it. His hand finds purchase on Jedao's other hip, grip tightening as he loses himself for a moment in the focus of tongue and teeth, the taste of skin and hot water and a hint of soap. His other hand slips down, heel of his palm pressing against his own erection.

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He shivers at the kiss despite the heat of the water, then groans when he feels Gonou's teeth in earnest, cock twitching beside Gonou's cheek, the muscles tensing under his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, stars, like that..." Jedao mumbles

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A long moment passes before Gonou lifts his mouth away, brushing a last soft kiss against the reddening marks of his teeth before he turns to lick a stripe up the side of Jedao's dick. He could draw this out, but he wants with crashing urgency, all of a sudden, impatient for the taste of him.

"You are wonderful," he says, and leans in to swallow him down.

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Jedao whimpers, toes curling a little against the smooth ceramic of the tub, then manages to mostly muffle his snort into a gasp.

"Yeah, I'm - great. Being a really...giving person."

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Gonou hums agreement, this smile entirely in his eyes before he lets them slip closed and focuses on what he's doing. He's stroking himself absently as he sucks, taking the occasional sharp breath in through his nose. The heat and weight of Jedao's cock in his mouth are grounding, almost meditative, with the water falling around them like a curtain against any sound or sense beyond.

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Jedao rocks a little, shallow and slow, just rubbing over Gonou's tongue. Jedao blinks a little water out of his own eyes but doesn't take his hands off Gonou, one in his wet hair and one on his shoulder. He takes in the way Gonou looks on his knees, the half-lidded contentment in his good eye, the idle motion of his arm. Gonou wants to be here, wants him.

"I love you," Jedao murmurs, and if he feels a little silly, a little sappy, there's no way to prove the pink in his cheeks isn't just the flush of want.

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Gonou squeezes his hip in agreement; he tugs just slightly, encouraging Jedao to move more, and relaxes his throat to take him a little deeper.

I love you too-- he can't say it aloud, just now, but he tries to convey it with the glance he casts up towards Jedao, dark-eyed and satisfied with exactly where he is and what he's getting.

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Jedao isn't totally confident that he can get a grip on Gonou's hair when it's wet in a way that will actually be comfortable, so he slides his hand to cup the back of his head instead, steadying more than anything else as he thrusts a little more vigorously.

"You take such good care of me," Jedao murmurs, and if he has enough brain left to suspect Gonou needs to hear it, it's still very true; his voice cracks just a little, frayed and breathless with how true it is.

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Gonou does need to hear it. It unstrings him, leaving him swaying into Jedao's gravity as each thrust nudges gently into the back of his throat: taking him, wanting him with a fierce intensity so sudden he finds himself almost on the edge. He has to take himself in hand, squeezing against the imminent possibility of coming on Jedao's feet right there.

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Jedao growls, a wordless, aggressive, pleased noise, the opposite of an objection. He thrusts harder, breath going a little ragged. He doesn't want to come yet because he doesn't want to stop, doesn't want to pull back from how incredible Gonou's throat feels, but he also very much does want to fulfill the original suggestion to come on his face.

"Feels so good," he gasps, half lost under the patter of the warm water.

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In answer, Gonou groans, deep in his chest, more of a vibration against spit-slicked skin than a sound: he feels weightless, electric with the tension of his own lust.

Mark me, he wants to demand, would demand if he could speak. He hardly cares if Jedao comes across his face or down his throat at the moment. Both feel like just as much of a claim, his desire gone formless and urgent.

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The groan makes him quake, the muscles of his abdomen going taught.

"Mine," Jedao lets himself whisper, burning with it. "My Gonou-shei." His hips snap forward twice more, and then he's hastily pulling back, not quiet fast enough or perfectly slow enough on accident, dragging a short trail of come over Gonou's tongue and lips before managing to get most of it across his face.

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Gonou closes his eyes, head falling back with his lips parted and eyes closed.

"Yours," he agrees, his voice an octave deeper than his usual light tenor; the ache of the stretch in his throat is perfect, the bittersweet taste of that first pulse on his tongue is perfect. He opens his eye slowly, letting his tongue dart out to clean up a drop clinging to his lower lip, and meets Jedao's gaze as he begins to stroke himself in earnest.

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Jedao gulps in a few ragged breaths, but then he grips Gonou's jaw firmly, reaching with the thumb on his other hand to rub the white streaks across Gonou's already wet cheeks, as if he were pressing it into his skin.

"Do you want to stay right there, darlin?" Jedao asks, warm and low and just a little of the baseless meanness that comes out when Jedao thinks Gonou might like that. He thinks idly that he might like to return the favor, or even get railed - but they have tea waiting, and they have time.