Jedao cups the back of his head, scratches his nails lightly over Gonou's scalp and the back of his neck. He shimmies his hips a little under Gonou's hands, breath rushing out in a soft sigh.
Gonou's breath catches at the soft pressure of Jedao's thumbnail against his ear, his toes curling: he'd forgotten how sensitive his ears were, too. With a soft groan, he leans in a little further, kissing his way down from Jedao's navel.
"I do," he murmurs, and flashes a glance up at Jedao. "If I may?"
Gonou smiles, wrapping one hand around Jedao's hip as he leans in to lick a stripe up the big vein on the underside. His tongue flicks over the slit, tasting the liquid there curiously before he leans in a little closer to take Jedao's cock in his mouth. It's heavy and hot on his tongue: the sharp edge between familiar and unfamiliar cuts deep, and he pushes further, stubborn, until he feels the head nudging the back of his throat.
Jedao groans deeply, rubs the shell of Gonou's ear between his thumb and forefinger like a worry stone. He rocks very shallowly - back first and then forward, so he's never any deeper than Gonou took him, but still giving the slide and rhythm of having his mouth slowly, gently fucked.
The sound he makes, low in his throat, is more vibration than noise as Jedao rocks forward. His eyes flutter shut, memory snapping into place with a jolt that runs molten down his spine, and he reaches down to press the heel of his hand against his dick.
Yes, he likes this, he's remembering just how much he likes this as he leans forward to chase Jedao's rock back, wordlessly urging him deeper, harder.
He gets a good grip in Gonou's hair with his other hand, not to pull but just to hold, firm and bracing. He pushes deeper into Gonou's throat, steady and slow, in and back and in again, relentless.
"You feel incredible, darling. I can go twice, if you want me to come in your mouth."
Gonou seriously considers it, half lost in the haze of sucking him, the steadying hand in his hair and the silencing weight in his mouth, but he taps a finger against Jedao's hip, pulling back to whisper.
"Maybe later. I want to touch more of you, the first time around."
Gonou kisses the hollow of his hip, getting to his feet in a smooth motion and stepping forward into Jedao's space first. Pressing against him, shoulder to ankle, he bends to find Jedao's lips and kiss him slow and deep.
When he finally pulls back from the kiss, he murmurs against Jedao's lips, "Now I'll get back on the bed."
Jedao laughs too, planting his hands on Gonou's chest 70% person to feel him a up a bit more and only 30% to help push him down into the blankets. Then he crawls over him, kissing him on the way and still going, his chest over Gonou's face as he reaches across to grab the lube out of the bedside drawer.
"Fast and rough it is," Gonou agrees with a wicked grin, squeezing a generous portion onto his first two fingers and leaning over Jedao to kiss him as he slips them down between his legs. He's not second-guessing the request: he presses right in, smooth and relentless as he deepens the kiss.
Jedao loses track of what he's doing in the kiss; the groan comes from deep in his chest, head tipping back, thighs flexing to either side. It's overwhelming in the best way, sudden and just enough to be a strain, to make him flex and ache and gasp the way he likes.
Gonou breathes in the sound from his lips, a shudder rippling through his shoulders in sympathetic hunger as his slick fingers pump in and out. As he feels the clench of muscle relax around his knuckles, he adds a third finger, and very deliberately leans down to nip at the skin over the pulse throbbing in Jedao's throat.
Jedao whines in his throat, arching up off the bed a little, his hands scrabbling at Gonou's shoulders - not to push him away or even pull him closer, but simple to have something to cling to.
"I want to mark you," Gonou whispers against his neck, not-quite-asking for permission. He knows Jedao likes it, but -- it feels so long ago. He wants to be sure.
"I heal fast," Jedao warn-reminds him, beaming up at him with a punch-drunk sort of delight. "If you want a bruise to last at all, it's got to be deep."
Yes, and don't be gentle about it, is what Gonou hears from that. He hums softly, and bites down, hard enough to be just shy of breaking skin as he curls his fingers deep inside.
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"Good."
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"A scalp massage," he mutters against skin, "risks putting me to sleep."
He presses Jedao backwards, sliding down off the bed to settle to his knees gracefully and slide his pants the rest of the way off.
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"Wouldn't want that. Do you want a taste, darling?"
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"I do," he murmurs, and flashes a glance up at Jedao. "If I may?"
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Yes, he likes this, he's remembering just how much he likes this as he leans forward to chase Jedao's rock back, wordlessly urging him deeper, harder.
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"You feel incredible, darling. I can go twice, if you want me to come in your mouth."
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"Maybe later. I want to touch more of you, the first time around."
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When he finally pulls back from the kiss, he murmurs against Jedao's lips, "Now I'll get back on the bed."
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"Let me get you ready?" he asks, offering a hand for the lube.
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"I like it rough and I can take it really rough. Start with two."
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"Yours," he whispers in the moment after, hands shifting to stroke down the long muscles of Gonou's back.
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