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.
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.
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.
"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.
"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.
"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."
"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.
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.
Jedao follows, and manages to resist the urge to ruffle Gonou's newly fluffed-up hair, at least until they're both reasonably dry, and less likely due to getting in each other's way.
Gonou makes a startled noise at the touch of Jedao's hand on his hair, then breaks into laughter at the ruffling. He tucks his towel low around his hips, securing it with a twist, and leans down to steal a kiss before he leads the way to the kitchen and the tea.
He pours Jedao's cup first, giving it just enough steeping time to develop scent and not quite enough even for the delicate flavor of the white tea. Those, he waits for before he pours his own. He does actually enjoy tea himself, after all.
Jedao wraps his towel under his armpits, a habit he got into reflexively covering his (not his) chest scars, despite the lack of breasts to be modest about. He holds the cup in both hands, like someone drinking coffee or hot chocolate on a cold night, savoring the heat, waiting for Gonou's to be ready before taking a sip.
With white tea, Gonou only waits another minute before pouring his own cup, settling beside Jedao with the cup in his hands in turn.
"...so temperature and nice smells are good," he says, thoughtfully, letting their shoulders brush together. "But as little flavor as possible. Texture?"
Jedao drops his eyes to his teacup, turning it around in his hands.
"Texture is alright. It's like...something else to focus on?" Shen Wei has made him plain tofu a few times, and the silkiness is interesting, at least. "Maybe not...chewy." Since that would just mean being in his mouth longer.
"Mm," Gonou says, mild and thoughtful. Easy to eat, high calorie, low flavor, maybe perfumed. "Would it bother you, if I tried making a few things for you, from... time to time?"
The glance he shoots Jedao is a little uncertain: almost nervous, although he's covering it well. He suspects it will bother him, but it's something he does wish he could do.
Jedao resists the urge to fidget. "I just...I don't want you to get your hopes up too much," he says after a pause that's a little too long. "I don't want it to be a whole project."
He looks down into his teacup, leaning just a little more firmly against Jedao's shoulder. "I, ah. Don't want to make you uncomfortable. But something little, from time to time, maybe?"
Jedao lets him be a caretaker so often: he does know it's ridiculous. But it bothers him, that there isn't anything that's easier for Jedao to eat, when he does in fact still have to eat.
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"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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"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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"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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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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"That's good. You're so beautiful like this, darlin."
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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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"Are you planning to go to tea like that, dear?"
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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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"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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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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"Ready."
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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.
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He pours Jedao's cup first, giving it just enough steeping time to develop scent and not quite enough even for the delicate flavor of the white tea. Those, he waits for before he pours his own. He does actually enjoy tea himself, after all.
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"...so temperature and nice smells are good," he says, thoughtfully, letting their shoulders brush together. "But as little flavor as possible. Texture?"
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"Texture is alright. It's like...something else to focus on?" Shen Wei has made him plain tofu a few times, and the silkiness is interesting, at least. "Maybe not...chewy." Since that would just mean being in his mouth longer.
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The glance he shoots Jedao is a little uncertain: almost nervous, although he's covering it well. He suspects it will bother him, but it's something he does wish he could do.
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Jedao lets him be a caretaker so often: he does know it's ridiculous. But it bothers him, that there isn't anything that's easier for Jedao to eat, when he does in fact still have to eat.
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