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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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.