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[deuceoftears]

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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.

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"Yes," Gonou breathes; Jedao's hand on his jaw is strong and grounding in the best way, and he lets his head tilt back a little more, baring his throat in visceral surrender, turning his face up against the thumb tracing the marks of his pleasure. He's playing to his audience, letting the sensation show on his face as he shudders with each urgent movement of his hand. Later, tonight, he wants them to take their time with each other: in the moment he just wants the affirmation of commitment, that wordless soul-deep yours. He'd been so close already--

A shudder ripples through him, and he turns his head, catching Jedao's thumb between his teeth with exquisite care, letting his tongue flicker across the pad as he twists his hand just right and comes. His lips shape Jedao-shei against Jedao's thumb, around his own moan.

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He pushes his thumb further in, stroking, pressing. He thinks of bruised fruit and wax seals, deliberate imprints.

"That's good. You're so beautiful like this, darlin."

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Gonou opens his mouth to the pressure of Jedao's thumb, letting his teeth scrape against the skin, closing his eyes.

For a long moment, he lingers, weightless, then lets his eyes slip open again and smiles up at him. He raises a hand to cup over Jedao's on his cheek.

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"Welcome back," Jedao tells him, just as warmly as before, and maybe a tiny bit smugly.

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"I feel very welcome," Gonou replies, equally warm, with just a hint of teasing, and rises to his feet without letting go of Jedao's hand. He leans in for a kiss without making the slightest gesture to clean his face.

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Jedao laughs - giggles, really - and kisses back hungrily, his free hand settling on Gonou's hip just a little too tight.

"Are you planning to go to tea like that, dear?"

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"I'm tempted," Gonou breathes across his lips, lifting his own free hand to cradle the nape of Jedao's neck. "But I do have a few chores I should do after tea, and I like it when this look is just for you."

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"Hmm. Next time. I feel like there would be logistical complications getting dry and dressed, otherwise," he points out.

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"That's true," Gonou allows, and steals one more kiss before he leans back and reaches for the soap. "Next time."

He washes with quick efficiency, passing the soap over to Jedao when he's done; still, he's not missing opportunities to press their legs together or brush close.

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Jedao watches, just a bit wistfully, but he supposes if they were washing each other they'd just end up all over each other again.

"I'm curious now how long you'll last when it actually starts feeling icky," Jedao muses as he takes the soap, teasing-but-it's-true.

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"Oh, it probably depends on how worn out I am," Gonou teases back. "Sometimes I can last all night before I need a shower."

It only works because he's asleep, but still. He ducks his head under the water, rinsing the last suds free, and glances over to Jedao.

"Ready?"

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Jedao brushes a hand over Gonou's cheek one more time, as if he missed a spot, even though he didn't.

"Ready."

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Gonou leans into the light brush of Jedao's hand, just for a moment, smiling into his eyes.

Then, briskly, he turns the water off and steps out of the shower, pulling one of the towels down from the rack to dry off. He steps to the side as he's rubbing it through his hair, leaving Jedao enough room to get his own towel.