"Not even close," Jedao promises, breathlessly, letting his hips snap forward a little farther, a little more decisively, when Eiffel reacts positively.
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.
"Fuck," Jedao yells, pulling Eiffel's hair in pure reflex, the muscle in his thigh jumping under Eiffel's other hand, before he bites his lip on the outburst, moaning helplessly. Gonou indulges Jedao's hand kink more than Dhanneth or Norton, but no one has tried that particular move on him before, and he likes it a lot.
Fuck the yank on his hair makes his cock twitch and he cuts off a sharp moan with a choked noise, but that doesn't derail him from his discovery, and despite himself he gives a soft chuckle.
"Hooo, that- that doesn't sound like you're used to that," he breathes, perhaps a hair too smug about the discovery but still inordinately pleased he's managed to surprise Jedao. "Sounds like you liked it, though."
He massaged again in the same way, only now he's bringing his other hand between Jedao's legs too, to cup his balls and brush his thumb over them in ghosting mockeries of pressure. "Huh, hot stuff?"
"Please," Jedao whines, not very articulately, although he does spread his legs a little wider, giving Eiffel space to reach for whatever he wants. Jedao also yanks his hair again, as a reward.
He whimpers as his head is tugged back with the reward, and gives a wobbly huff as he shifts his hips - he can feel himself starting to leak.
"Okay," he croons, voice shuddering gently. "Okay, big guy. I got you."
And as he says it he brushes his hand back up Jedao's length to start stroking him properly, coming around the head with his palm on each stroke, gently working his balls - a bit more awkwardly, but with sincere intent, cupping them lightly as he used the rough meat of his palm to massage them.
Jedao whines and wriggles and pumps jerkily into Eiffel's fist. He keeps losing his rhythm, keeps gasping at the catch of an unfamiliar callous, at an unexpected shift of pressure, at the light glinting on Eiffel's sweat-damp urls.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jedao whispers between broken grunts and moans. "You - said something like - keep that up, and you'll be putting me away wet?" It takes him a couple attempts to put together the warning.
He does catch the warning, at least, and his hands pause briefly on Jedao, one hand at the base of his shaft and the other just having relaxed its grip.
"Did you- want me to stop? For now, I mean," he corrects quickly, "I'm just- not sure how you wanna come?"
"Well, uh." He glances down at his own aching, leaking erection briefly. "If you wanna sit in my lap a bit, I could give you a good old fashioned reacharound?"
"I could do that," Jedao agrees, grinning. He wriggles to shove his pants all the way off, and leans in to give Eiffel another deep, leisurely kiss. Then he slides into Eiffel's lap, rocking over his dick, smearing a trail of precome across on bare ass cheek.
Eiffel groans, practically rutting against Jedao's ass when he rubs against him, gripping him with both hands and a deep breath to even himself out.
"Y-yeah, that- that's good," he mumbles, and tips his head forward to kiss Jedao's shoulder and neck, sliding both hands across Jedao's body - one goes under his shirt, pulling their torsos together so Eiffel can introduce teeth to Jedao's neck, and the other trailing down to wrap around his cock and start stroking again.
Jedao settles a little in his lap, making sure most of his weight rests on Eiffel's thighs, leaving him enough leverage to rock against him.
Jedao's legs - all lean fencer's muscle, through no effort of his own - have a few scattered scars, but his chest and torso are thick with them, many of them rough, warped scars obvious even to blind touch - bullet scars like small knots in wood, puffy old burns, and stranger pebbled textures, some like road rash, some from weapons without earthly analogues. The higher up Eiffel feels, the nearer to where his heart should be, the denser the scars become. One nipple is entirely absent.
Jedao only shivers, though, groaning hungrily at Eiffel's mouth on his neck. When Eiffel bites down he yells and grinds down and twists enough to reach behind himself and grab another hank of Eiffel's hair, all at once - albeit a little more haphazardly than earlier in the proceedings. He tilts his neck and tugs Eiffel down.
He moans directly into Jedao's neck when he's pressed into, the tug on his hair making it hard to pull back, and his hips roll into the weight of those thighs pressing him down.
"Okay-" he pants into Jedao's neck, freeing his arm from under his shirt so he can pull his collar back and kiss down to the corner of neck and shoulder. "Got it-"
And he sinks his teeth in the joint as he rolls Jedao's cock in his palm.
Jedao half-yells, half-moans, back arching for a moment, then grinding down again, faster now, in small desperate jerky movements, shaking apart between Eiffel's cock and his hand. pinned by his teeth. It's perfect, and he's left whining and gasping and panting as he rocks in Eiffel's lap.
Eiffel's breathing quickens as Jedao grinds into him, running his tongue over the teeth marks he's leaving as he moans and kisses his way up to Jedao's ear, and wrapping his tongue around the shell of his ear as he drags his hand down Jedao's length, pumping into his thrusts to try and push him over the final edge.
Jedao's ears aren't quite as sensitive as Hakkai's - or Eiffel's - but he's so close to the edge it would be hard to stop him going over.
"Bite? Again?" he manages to gasp, and doesn't remotely care where, but he's already starting to come, his fist clenching tight in Eiffel's hair as he groans, writhes and whimpers, all his muscles going taut as he jerks and shakes with the wave of pleasure pouring through him.
Eiffel doesn't have the wherewithal to reply properly, just shifts his head down and bites again, sliding down his neck and biting the back of his shoulder with a loud groan.
Jedao bites his lip so hard he can taste the strange, briny inkyness he has instead of blood, still only half managing to muffle his shout. He whites out a little bit, surging into Eiffel's hand, trembling as though the sensation was being wrung out of his muscles, the sting of the bight and the warmth of Eiffel's embrace making him reverberate like like a water-glass chime.
He comes all over Eiffel's hand, his own thighs, the couch, with more on the floor and even a few drops on the low coffee table. After he finally finishes, he collapses a little in Eiffel's arms.
There's a shuddering gasp of surprise out of Eiffel at the sensation of Jedao coming in his fist, and the weight of him collapsing into Eiffel's chest makes him groan at the not-unpleasant strain it puts on his thighs and cock.
But he brings his free hand down from Jedao's stretched shirt collar to wrap around his chest in a warm embrace and give his abused neck a soft kiss. "How was that, big guy?" he murmurs quietly.
Jedao gives a long, slow hum of lazy contentment. Jedao drops his hand to wrap on top of one of Eiffel's arms, his fingertips idly tracing the bones in the back of his hand.
If he has any spare blood that wasn't in his cock or face already, he's find a way to blush darker as he tips his face and hides it in Jedao's neck with a soft squeak. The touch of Jedao's hand is warm and delicate, and Eiffel squeezes him a little tighter, giving Jedao's limp length one last stroke before he pulls his hand away.
He's- not quite sure what to do with his filthy hand, so he just rests it on Jedao's thigh and gives it a soft squeeze.
Jedao whimpers at the squeeze, shocky and overstimulated, feeling properly debauched about it. After a few seconds to get his breath back, he gives Eiffel's wrist a firm, steady squeeze.
"Mmm. My good boy," he murmurs, low and molten. "And you've been so good, I think you get to come wherever you want."
"I just want to feel it. It's up to you where," Jedao insists.
Either mercifully or...unmercifully, he elects to give Eiffel a few options.
"We can stay just like this, or I can turn around and kiss you again, ride you like we started. I could get on my knees for you, get it all over my face. What do you want to try, darlin?"
There's a low pulse in his voice, an almost hypnotic rhythm, but he doesn't actually roll his hips, doesn't grind down again for a little while, to avoid making the choice for him.
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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.
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"Hooo, that- that doesn't sound like you're used to that," he breathes, perhaps a hair too smug about the discovery but still inordinately pleased he's managed to surprise Jedao. "Sounds like you liked it, though."
He massaged again in the same way, only now he's bringing his other hand between Jedao's legs too, to cup his balls and brush his thumb over them in ghosting mockeries of pressure. "Huh, hot stuff?"
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"Please, yes, fuck."
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"Okay," he croons, voice shuddering gently. "Okay, big guy. I got you."
And as he says it he brushes his hand back up Jedao's length to start stroking him properly, coming around the head with his palm on each stroke, gently working his balls - a bit more awkwardly, but with sincere intent, cupping them lightly as he used the rough meat of his palm to massage them.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jedao whispers between broken grunts and moans. "You - said something like - keep that up, and you'll be putting me away wet?" It takes him a couple attempts to put together the warning.
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"Did you- want me to stop? For now, I mean," he corrects quickly, "I'm just- not sure how you wanna come?"
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By, for example, coming all over his hands and shirt and possibly face by surprise.
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"This what you had in mind?" he asks.
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"Y-yeah, that- that's good," he mumbles, and tips his head forward to kiss Jedao's shoulder and neck, sliding both hands across Jedao's body - one goes under his shirt, pulling their torsos together so Eiffel can introduce teeth to Jedao's neck, and the other trailing down to wrap around his cock and start stroking again.
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Jedao's legs - all lean fencer's muscle, through no effort of his own - have a few scattered scars, but his chest and torso are thick with them, many of them rough, warped scars obvious even to blind touch - bullet scars like small knots in wood, puffy old burns, and stranger pebbled textures, some like road rash, some from weapons without earthly analogues. The higher up Eiffel feels, the nearer to where his heart should be, the denser the scars become. One nipple is entirely absent.
Jedao only shivers, though, groaning hungrily at Eiffel's mouth on his neck. When Eiffel bites down he yells and grinds down and twists enough to reach behind himself and grab another hank of Eiffel's hair, all at once - albeit a little more haphazardly than earlier in the proceedings. He tilts his neck and tugs Eiffel down.
"Fuck, please, yes, just - not where it'll show."
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"Okay-" he pants into Jedao's neck, freeing his arm from under his shirt so he can pull his collar back and kiss down to the corner of neck and shoulder. "Got it-"
And he sinks his teeth in the joint as he rolls Jedao's cock in his palm.
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"Bite? Again?" he manages to gasp, and doesn't remotely care where, but he's already starting to come, his fist clenching tight in Eiffel's hair as he groans, writhes and whimpers, all his muscles going taut as he jerks and shakes with the wave of pleasure pouring through him.
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He comes all over Eiffel's hand, his own thighs, the couch, with more on the floor and even a few drops on the low coffee table. After he finally finishes, he collapses a little in Eiffel's arms.
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But he brings his free hand down from Jedao's stretched shirt collar to wrap around his chest in a warm embrace and give his abused neck a soft kiss. "How was that, big guy?" he murmurs quietly.
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"Very good." He's practically purring.
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He's- not quite sure what to do with his filthy hand, so he just rests it on Jedao's thigh and gives it a soft squeeze.
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"Mmm. My good boy," he murmurs, low and molten. "And you've been so good, I think you get to come wherever you want."
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"I-I, uhm--" He swallows thickly, audibly, and his hands dig into Jedao's thighs harder with the thought. "D'you- how d'you want me to-?"
Or he might just come on Jedao's back from the praise alone.
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Either mercifully or...unmercifully, he elects to give Eiffel a few options.
"We can stay just like this, or I can turn around and kiss you again, ride you like we started. I could get on my knees for you, get it all over my face. What do you want to try, darlin?"
There's a low pulse in his voice, an almost hypnotic rhythm, but he doesn't actually roll his hips, doesn't grind down again for a little while, to avoid making the choice for him.
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