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The door opens as soon as he raises his hand to touch it. Jedao is - there's no other word for it - lounging on the couch waiting for him.

After much deliberation, he went with wearing a much more form-fitting, svelte sort of sweater than usual, as a compromise between his normal, familiar level of non-threatening frumpiness and something much more revealing.

He grins, eyes crinkling at the corners, absolutely delighted.

"You came."

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"Not yet, isn't that the point?" comes out automatic and dry, and good job Eiffel you made yourself blush.

"Sorry," he mutters, dropping onto the couch next to Jedao. "I'm just- y'know, nervous?"

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Jedao snickers like the teenager he mostly isn't, and leans over to give Eiffel a sweet little peck on the corner of Eiffel's mouth. Almost a cheek kiss, but not quite.

"You don't have to be sorry," Jedao murmurs, low and earnest. "I still like you when you're nervous babbling, and I like your cheesy jokes, and I definitely like when you make my innuendo for me."

His hand finds Eiffel's and gives it a squeeze.

"I know."

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The kiss makes him burn hotter, but it gets a smile out of him regardless, and he glances down at their hands when Jedao takes his, and squeezes back.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." But it does genuinely help, gets his tension to settle down a little with the assurance. He still bites his lip, though, before he looks back at Jedao - and his eyes flick automatically to his lips before he makes it to his eyes.

"Just- go a little easy on me?"

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"Tell me what's easy, Eiffel."

His voice is gentle, but unusually firm; his other hand strokes through Eiffel's hair, drifts down to get a steady grip on the back of his neck.

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Honestly? He doesn't know.

But the hand around the base of his neck turns his mouth instantly dry, and he swallows thickly as a hot tingle rolls down his spine.

"That's- th-that's a good start."

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"I've got you, darlin," Jedao murmurs, giving Eiffel's neck a gentle squeeze, and curling in to give him a slow, leisurely kiss.

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Eiffel's mouth falls open with a faint gasp from the squeeze, and then Jedao's kissing him and he lets out a soft moan of surprise.

It takes him a moment to return it, but when he does it's- it's nice, and some of the perpetual tension in him finally relaxes, and his free hand shifts to rest on Jedao's thigh so he can lean in and kiss him properly.

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Jedao's mouth smiles a little against Eiffel's, and he hums warmly as he feels Eiffel respond. Jedao keeps kissing him, long lazy sensuous kisses, hot and heavy but without urgency.

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This is probably the longest Eiffel's ever just made out with someone, like, ever. And he's kind of surprised to find he's enjoying it. Jedao tastes nice, and his hand on Eiffel's neck makes him tingle every time his fingernails gently scrape through his hair, and it's very very easy to lose himself in the heat of it all.

And his comfort in it makes him a little bolder, because when Jedao's tongue enters his mouth again he brings his teeth in a little to catch it for a moment, kissing into him a bit harder.

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The longest he's ever made out with someone is probably still 'also with Jedao, but drunk', but Jedao is confident they can beat the record with Eiffel actually remembering it this time.

He gives a happy little squeak when Eiffel nips at him, his hand grabbing a handful of Eiffel's hair just to hold onto.

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His head tips a little into Jedao's grip on his hair with a moan, quiet but guttural in his throat, at the sensation of fingers digging in under his ponytail, and he can feel himself grow hotter from the combined ministration and fluster.

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Jedao grins and shifts so that instead of sitting next to Eiffel and half-twisted to kiss him, Jedao straddles Eiffel's lap, knees to either side, so that suddenly it's Jedao looking down at him by a few inches, instead of the reverse.

"You like that, baby?" Jedao asks softly, pulling Eiffel's hair tie free so he can get a better grip, get both hands into those glorious curls. "Your hair's so pretty. I want to pull your hair all the time."

It's not thick, but a trace of Jedao One's Espatan Twang - which sounds remarkably similar to Texas Twang, somehow - seeps into his voice, when he's worked up like this.

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Like most other aspects of his appearance, his hair is not something Eiffel puts any particular thought into. He hates it short, but he can't be bothered doing anything with it long besides a brief detangle in the shower.

So, to have Jedao climb into his goddamn lap is immediately superceded by his hands digging through his hair, freeing it all up and making his eyes flutter with the unexpected, rare sensation against his scalp he is not used to and utterly unprepared for, and it gets another soft, heartfelt groan.

"Y'could do that," he mumbles; meeting Jedao's eyes is too difficult so he focuses on his mouth instead, at those obscene lips. "I-if you wanted to. I don't mind."

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"I want to," Jedao promises, voice low and rich and dark.

Jedao tugs obligingly, pulling Eiffel's head back to kiss him again, deeper and messier, hungrier.

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The tug makes him gasp, which makes the whimper that follows escape directly into Jedao's mouth and his own hands flutter awkwardly for a moment until they find purchase on Jedao's hips and grip tight, tense with the urge to yank him in that he's still too gunshy to act on - but Jedao will definitely be able to see, if not sense, what it's doing to him, and the slowly building bulge in his lap.

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Jedao groans into the kiss at the tight grip, imagining little fingerprint bruises that won't last more than a few minutes, though he has no idea if they'll really even appear. The idea is enough, though, the sheer feeling of being grabbed, the strength in Eiffel's hands. Jedao kisses him deeper, rough and desperate, for long seconds before pulling back, breathless and grinning. He keeps his tight grip in Eiffel's hair, so Eiffel can't chase him for more kisses, can only wait and want for Jedao to lean in again.

"You don't have to go easy on me," Jedao confides, almost purring. "I like rough."

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There's a breathless little keen from him, between Jedao's sudden intensity pulling back and the hands keeping him from following, and he's already panting heavily, face flushed in any combination of nerves, fluster and arousal.

"O-oh..." He has to swallow to get around the dry lump in his throat, and it's audible before he licks his over-sensitive lips. "Okay."

It's only a subtle shift, but something in Eiffel adjusts, just a little. And the hands on Jedao's hips are dragging nails down the backs of his hips, and the legs he's astride square off their footing so Eiffel can rock Jedao into the soft scrapes he's leaving down his back.

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Jedao whines high in his throat, head tipped back for a moment as he rocks back, caught between grinding down on Eiffel and pressing back into the scrape of his grip. He's definitely hard as well, panting softly as he spreads his legs a little wider, feeling the stretch in his thighs and letting more of his weight rest in Eiffel's lap.

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He can't move his head without the tingling tightness turning painful, but his eyes flick down when Jedao grinds into his lap, and the sight of Jedao's election against his pants, so close to Eiffel's, gets a wavering sort of gasp and a soft, brief litany of "Okay- okay, alright-"

It's not a no or a stop, he just. Needs a second.

"Three times and you're not still wiped out?" he can't help asking - the words escape without much conscious input. "I dunno if I'm that good in person."

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Jedao's cheeks turn a little more pink.

"It's been hours!" Wait, that sounds worse. He glances slightly away. "I don't even really know if I can get wiped out," he mutters after a beat.

He doesn't know if it's the healing thing, or the mentally-twentyish-thing, or if Kujen made him to be constantly gagging for it on purpose, which is both weirdly, horribly plausible but also fucked up enough that it might just be an indulgent dark fantasy of Jedao's. Or maybe Jedao One was a horny enough bastard Kujen didn't need to bother, which does seem to accord with the evidence. While those thoughts flit through, he relaxes his hold a little, and scrapes his nails lightly over Eiffel's scalp.

"Anyway, don't think about it like you have to keep up. Think of it like, Jedao is so easy."

He blushes even darker saying it out loud.

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He notices the grip shift on his scalp, and now that he remembers he has his own hands to use he brings one up to cradle Jedao's neck, scraping firmly up through his hair.

"H'about-" he swallows, and pulls Jedao in a little, to kiss his forehead. "How about- Jedao likes a good time. He, um." His hips shift, and he nearly whimpers at the pressure Jedao's thighs on his making the tightness of his initially slack jeans worse. "He knows what he's about."

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Jedao shivers a tiny bit at the forehead kiss, an overwhelming little quaver of emotion he couldn't name even if he wanted to.

"I'm okay with easy," he tries to explain, still blushing. He ducks in to rub his cheek for moment against Eiffel's bearded jawline, and then momentarily sucks one earlobe into his mouth. Then breathes hot and close as he murmurs in Eiffel's ear, "As long as you like me easy."

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The mouth on his ear makes him keen, sharp and surprised directly into Jedao's ear as his hips twitch hard, and whatever train of thought he had is fully derailed.

"I-I-- um, I- I like you," he manages to mumble out, half-choked with lust, and he pulls Jedao in for another kiss.

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Jedao moans into the kiss, deep in his throat. He gets one hand back in Eiffel's hair and grips the back of the couch with the other, bracing himself so that he can rock deliberately in Eiffel's lap.