He twitches and shivers and arches for every touch, but most especially for the bite, gasping and whining at the brush and grip of Gonou's hand. He feels a little bit flayed, oversensitive and overexposed, soft and wet and quivering.
He's so close, or he could be close.
"You want...?" This overwhelmed, it's hard to finish the thought.
"I want you to come on me," he murmurs against Jedao's throat, and bites another mark into it, tightening his hand enough to let Jedao fuck into his grip at his own pace.
Jedao whines high in his throat, hips jerking in tiny, tight, desperate movements. He can't move much without Gonou slipping out of him, and he doesn't want that, not yet.
"Harder," he whispers, so damn close, and he nearly has to bite his tongue on saying anything about Gonou's hands. Hakkai doesn't have new callouses. Of course, they way they heal, he wouldn't.
"Yes," Gonou gasps, agreement or encouragement, he doesn't even know which. He tightens his hand, stroking against Jedao's movements, mouthing at the bruises on his throat as an anticipatory shiver ripples down his body.
He lets his head tip back enough to find Jedao's mouth with his own a moment later, kissing him hard and rough, relishing the sting of pressure on his bitten lip, the sweet ache where Jedao's hands and mouth have left marks on his skin. He wants, fiercely possessive even with the urgency drained from it by his own release.
"Mine," he whispers into Jedao's mouth, half-drunk on that high whine, on the taste and the weight of him, the desperate speed of his jolting hips. "Jedao-shei--"
He starts to come on mine, feeling horribly seen and wonderfully bright, a crystal beacon, a struck bell. He's wanted, he's claimed, and however different Hakkai might be in some ways, Jedao is still his. He cries out, curls over like it hurts, desperate for another kiss as he twitches and comes all over Hakkai's belly and chest, trembling with it after.
He kisses Jedao through it, wrapping his arms around Jedao's shoulders and waist to hold him tight against the shivers he can feel against his own chest. He doesn't want to let go yet, doesn't want to let there be any space between them, doesn't want -- even -- to pull out, quite yet.
At last, he has to break the kiss to breathe, pressing his forehead against Jedao's.
"Welcome home," Jedao murmurs, very smugly, when he's finally got his breath back. He doesn't need to breathe, but sometimes it seems like that doesn't matter.
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He's so close, or he could be close.
"You want...?" This overwhelmed, it's hard to finish the thought.
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"Harder," he whispers, so damn close, and he nearly has to bite his tongue on saying anything about Gonou's hands. Hakkai doesn't have new callouses. Of course, they way they heal, he wouldn't.
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He lets his head tip back enough to find Jedao's mouth with his own a moment later, kissing him hard and rough, relishing the sting of pressure on his bitten lip, the sweet ache where Jedao's hands and mouth have left marks on his skin. He wants, fiercely possessive even with the urgency drained from it by his own release.
"Mine," he whispers into Jedao's mouth, half-drunk on that high whine, on the taste and the weight of him, the desperate speed of his jolting hips. "Jedao-shei--"
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At last, he has to break the kiss to breathe, pressing his forehead against Jedao's.
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"I feel very welcome," he murmurs.
Very at home. He brushes another kiss against Jedao's lips, light.