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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.

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He feels Jedao shifting and can't even think about it when that moan is vibrating in his mouth, making his head ring with it as it rolls down his spine - until the grind pushed into him and he thrusts up hard in surprise with a throaty yelp into Jedao's mouth.

But his hands move, out of Jedao's hair and onto his hips, pulling him in so he knows it was good, to encourage him to do it again.

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It's hard to tell exactly when one moan ends and the next begins; Jedao loves feeling Eiffel pulling him around. And he does do it again - but slower this time, a long, teasing roll of his hips.

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Eiffel jerks back from the kiss so he can breathe when that long roll leaves him dizzy and breathless. His hands are tight on Jedao's hips but his voice is stuttering, caught between trying to say something, to beg for more, but unable to get anything out past his flushed body's demands for air making him pant heavily.

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Jedao lets him pant for air, lets him have the time to process being overwhelmed. He gazes at Eiffel with a steady, tender smile, drinking in the sight of him, flushed and flustered and lovely. Jedao drops one hand from the couch to trace a thumb lightly against Eiffel's cheekbone, just for the pleasure of touching him.

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The soft touch makes his eyes flutter open, and he leans into it as he meets Jedao's eyes - but only for a moment, before he's too flustered to keep it up.

"You keep riding me like that, cowboy, you'll be putting me away wet in no time," he mumbles hoarsely, kissing Jedao's palm and nuzzling into its solid presence.

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Eiffel's kiss against Jedao's palm elicits a full-body shiver, and Jedao whimpers for a moment. The question he meant to ask warmly and wryly comes out just a little bit strained.

"Can I take your pants off first?"

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His hips shift a bit at the thought, making him gasp at the sensation against him, and he gives a strangled little two-note hum as his hands leave Jedao to help fiddle clumsily with the fly of his jeans.

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Jedao laughs softly - mostly at himself, a little in relief - and climbs off Eiffel to let him strip unimpeded. He fiddles with the fastenings of his own pants - the sleek black ones technically from his ersatz Kel uniform, chosen mostly for being waterproof and self-cleaning - but doesn't actually remove them just, just watching Eiffel and raising an eyebrow at him in silent question.

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His breath comes out in a shudder as he finally frees his aching cock, pushing his pants down his thighs - and pauses a little at the sight of Jedao's still on.

"I- I dunno how this, um..." He trails off in an embarrassed mutter, but shifts forward a little to put his hands on Jedao's, on his pants. "Do you- wanna take yours off as well?"

He can see the bulge in Jedao's pants, at just about perfect face height to him, and somehow his body finds it in him to turn a few shades deeper red.

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"If there are rules, nobody ever told me," Jedao says with a half-shrug and a crooked little smile. He doesn't know how it's supposed to go either, and he shifts a little, extremely distracted by Eiffel's face right there.

"I was gonna - um, be cagey about it, if like, someone else's dick was too much -" and be extremely happy with whatever he could get his hands or mouth on. But Eiffel seems at least as intrigued as he is uncertain, especially if his body language is any indication. "But yeah? If that's okay?"

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"I mean, um." His hands tighten a little on Jedao's, but he decides to embrace honesty. "I-I'm not sure I'll be able to like. Put it in my mouth, but."

And he'll gently move Jedao's hands, so he can try and get to the buckles beneath. "I can still rub one out for you, that's- I think that's okay."

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Jedao leans back, stroking one hand through Eiffel's hair again, hopefully soothing. The pants' fastenings are all smooth magnetic seams, with no obvious place to start, but they come open easily enough with a tug.

"That's okay," Jedao promises, sounding quite cheery about it. "On me, maybe?"

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It is indeed soothing, and it helps him relax into the moment a bit more, a little more confidently as he works out how Jedao pants work and tugs them down.

Admittedly the sight of a second penis in the whole affair is new and jarring, but it's not bad when Jedao keeps looking at him like that.

"You mean, like." Look he may as well commit before he overthinks it, and with one hand bracing Jedao's thigh he lifts a hand almost curiously to wrap around his length. "You want me to come on you?"

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"Yes," Jedao whines, his hand tightening mostly-involuntarily in Eiffel's hair at the touch, almost vibrating as he rocks his hips minutely, barely thrusting into Eiffel's fist.

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His little gasp turns into a drawn out "Ohhh" at the sensation of Jedao rocking into his hand, and he can't help the way a smile creeps onto his face.

"I guess imagining me isn't half as good as the real deal, huh?" he coaxes gently, tightening his grip a fraction to properly stroke down Jedao's length.

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"Not even close," Jedao promises, breathlessly, letting his hips snap forward a little farther, a little more decisively, when Eiffel reacts positively.

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Having Jedao unravelling on top of him is more of a confidence booster than he'd like to admit. It was weird, being able to see and understand just how heavily aroused he was, the jerks of his hip into Eiffel's hand like it was trying to buck him right back into the couch.

He drags his hand down, cupping the head in his palm and rolling the base of his thumb to knead Jedao into his palm and see if he can't lay him out the way he does Eiffel just by existing.