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"Tough grader," Gonou murmurs, and presses a kiss against his throat. "The way this was supposed to go was, we'd move my boxes into your room, and then I'd bat my eyelashes at you and invite you to have celebratory sex."

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Jedao groans, soft and low, wriggles just a little, tips his chin up.

"We can still celebrate," he rumbles.

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"That's true," Gonou murmurs, and lifts his head, pressing a kiss at the corner of Jedao's mouth. The low rumble of Jedao's voice resonates warm in his own chest, and he smiles.

"There's no reason not to celebrate."

He finds Jedao's lips with the next kiss.

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Jedao turns his head and catches him in another, deeper kiss, serious and slow.

"Welcome home, sweetheart."

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"I'm home," Gonou agrees, filling in the first half of the call and response with a voice gone soft and warm. He nestles a hand into Jedao's hair, melting into the kiss.

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"When you imagined batting your eyelashes," Jedao murmurs, in the secret breath between one kiss and the next, "What did you imagine doing first?"

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"Well. I'd start by looking up through them, so I imagine I'd have to slide down rather far on the couch..." There's a wickedly amused glint in his gaze, but he's suiting action to words, shifting until he's half-reclining, with a hand curled over the nape of Jedao's neck to encourage him to lean down over Gonou.

Then, quite deliberately, he tilts his head to glance coquettishly up through his eyelashes, fluttering them as if stealing a secret look at Jedao's face.

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Jedao huffs, grinning helplessly, overcome with fondness as he leans over him.

"I keep being surprised your eyepatch is gone," he admits, cupping Gonou's cheek on the glass side. "Is it comfortable?"

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Gonou chuckles, leaning into Jedao's hand like a cat. "I'm so used to it, I hardly notice it anymore. I suppose I could go back to the eyepatch, but it's useful when people don't know which is my blind side."

He tips his head just a little to the side, brushing a kiss across Jedao's palm.

"What I really planned to do to bat my eyelashes," he murmurs, against Jedao's skin, "was just to make the invitation."

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Jedao brushes his thumb along Gonou's bottom lip, just a little bit heavy.

"I'm saying yes," Jedao tells him. "Are there any details on that invitation, or should I make a field decision?

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"I'm glad to hear it," Gonou murmurs, and flicks a heavy-lidded gaze up to meet Jedao's. "I think I'll let you make a field decision. I don't think there are many things I'd turn down."

He nips playfully at Jedao's thumb, catching it between his teeth without putting any pressure on the skin.

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Jedao pushes his thumb in, the pad of the first joint pressing on Gonou's tongue, while his other hand plucks and ruffles at Gonou's waist until Jedao can slide it under his shirt, not lingering over the scar on his belly, stroking up the center line toward his sternum.

"I'm going to bring you back to the bedroom," Jedao proposes, warm and matter-of-fact. "Strip you off and lay you down. Then I'm going to ride you until you forget both of your names."

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Gonou shivers, stretching luxuriously under Jedao's weight, and curls his tongue around Jedao's thumb before he parts his lips enough to be understood around it.

"Only if you let me strip you too," he murmurs. "I'd like to keep my hands on you."

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"I think we can make that work," Jedao agrees. He pushes in a little deeper with his thumb, stroking in and out a few times. "Do you want to get my shirt off now?"

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With another shiver that lifts the hair at his nape, Gonou makes an affirmative hum around Jedao's thumb, slipping both his own hands under the hem of Jedao's shirt and spreading them across his belly. Teasing-slow, he begins to slide the cloth upwards, keeping eye contact as he does.

He feels warm, bursting with the half-guilty smugness of a child who's sneaked an extra dessert behind the cook's back: he's forced to let Jedao's thumb slip free of his mouth in order to get his shirt off over his arms, but he steals a kiss against the palm before he quite lets it go.

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Jedao shivers at the kiss to his palm, his weight rocking a little on top of Gonou as he lifts his arms. When the shirt is gone he leans down for another deep kiss, bare chest pressed against Gonou's front, his bare scarred back exposed.

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Gonou lets the shirt fall over the side of the couch -- he'll fold it later -- and spreads his hands across Jedao's shoulderblades, tracing the lines of muscle under the scar-pocked skin. He shifts under Jedao's weight, breath catching: his pants are much too tight.

"Bedroom?" he murmurs as he breaks the kiss.

Jeep lifts his head from his repurposed dog bed on the other side of the living room and makes a noise that Gonou could swear was sarcastic. He chuckles.

"See? Jeep's telling us it's time to get a room."

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"It's all my room, Jeep," Jedao calls back, because he's very much not ceding the possibility of couch sex in the future. But he slithers off the couch, revealing the more intense scarring of his chest, hands sliding from Gonou's shoulders to his elbows to pull him up with him.

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Gonou laughs fondly at Jeep's grumpy mutter as the dragon tucks his head under a coil of his body. He follows Jedao's gentle tug at his elbows, settling a hand at the small of his back to keep him close as they move towards the bedroom, and steals a quick kiss.

He doesn't blink at the scarring. He remembers Jedao's body, knows the topography of every inch mapped with his own hands-- even if it has been a while.

Besides, he has new scars of his own, too.

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When they get there, he pulls off Gonou's shirt, knuckles brushing over ribs and muscle and new scars. Then his hands drift down to Gonou's hips, pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed - not forcefully, but firmly enough to remind Gonou how much he likes Jedao manhandling him, just in case he's forgotten, then kneels down to remove his shoes.

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There is an entire constellation of new scars: claw marks, thin arcing lines of cuts from sword or spear, easily a dozen pitted marks like bullet wounds. Gonou ignores them, letting Jedao push him down to the edge of the bed. His smile is warm with affection and lust in equal measure, and he runs a hand into Jedao's hair as Jedao kneels in front of him, fingers tightening in an experimental tug. He likes Jedao pushing him down to the bed. He recalls Jedao enjoying a little manhandling, too.

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Jedao will ask about them later, maybe; for now he lets his eyes flutter shut and gives Gonou a little moan for pulling his hair. He caresses Gonou's ankles, strokes his fingers up Gonou's calves, somehow a more lascivious touch for being underneath the fabric of his pants.

Then he runs his hands up over the cloth, over Gonou's knees and thighs to open the fastenings of his pants.

"I missed your pretty dick," he murmurs, brazenly meeting Gonou's eyes, wondering if he can make this newer-older Hakkai blush like Gonou used to, when they first started.

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Gonou's chuckle is pitched low, a little breathless, even though he's not blushing as he returns Jedao's gaze, slides his thumb down over the angle of his cheekbone to press at the corner of his mouth.

"Feel free to get reacquainted," he murmurs in return. The white cloth of his briefs peeks through his fly, tented over his growing arousal; he slides his free hand under the waistband at his hip, easing pants and underwear down a little further.

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Jedao pulls everything off, lifting one of Gonou's legs to his shoulder for a moment to press lingering kisses to Gonou's calf.

"The day you disappeared, we had plans." Vague plans, but Jedao had plans for their plans, as he so often does. He kisses the inside of Gonou's knee, then his thigh, one hand sneaking ahead and giving his cock a slow, easy stroke.

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Gonou curves his leg around Jedao's shoulder as he leans forward, pressing the sole of his foot against Jedao's back as he lets out a shuddering breath at the stroke. Gooseflesh ripples over his thighs.

"Did we," he murmurs. "I'm sorry, I hate to be late...."