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.
That rhythmic tone sends a shiver rolling down his spine; he's just dripping against Jedao's ass at this point, and it takes him a few seconds to get the words out.
"Anytime, sweetheart," Jedao croons, softly and so sincerely. He's not quite as sleek in his movements, right after coming, but even loose-limbed and wobbly and sweaty and sticky, in nothing but his rucked-up sweater, he still has an easy, casual grace to him.
He rolls off Eiffel just for the instant it takes to turn and throw his leg back over Eiffel's lap, sliding and settling so that he can get one hand around the back of Eiffel's neck again, the other cupping his cheek and jaw to guide them into a deep, slow, devouring kiss.
His soft dick presses against Eiffel's belly, his balls brushing over Eiffel's still-desperate erection as Jedao presses close, chest to chest. The way his legs have to spread to straddle him, they end with head of Eiffel's cock just nestled along Jedao's crack, where Eiffel can finally feel the slippery evidence of just what Jedao - ever the unlikely optimist - did while he was waiting for Eiffel to arrive,
He doesn't have much time to think about his dirty hand, and so wipes it off on his jeans without thinking so he can grab Jedao's waist again and melt into that hungry kiss.
He does notice Jedao's ass is slick against his tip but the thought doesn’t get any traction, because then he's moaning desperately into Jedao's mouth with the weight and warmth on his cock and his hip roll as he tries to find a rhythm, aching and already trying to pick up speed against the practically teasing pressure.
The way they're sitting, the motion of Eiffel's hips means he's sliding his cock right against Jedao's taint, and Jedao groans deeply, the hand on the back of Eiffel's neck squeezing lightly.
He doesn't actually twitch, not capable of getting hard again that fast, but he aches as his body tries and fails.
"Fuck, baby," Jedao whispers against Eiffel's mouth, kissing again between scattered phrases. "You could - slide right in - if you want -"
The grip on his neck makes his head tilt back with a sharp gasp, and with the permission being murmured against his lips his dirty hand slips between their legs, finding his cock and lining up with another humming kiss.
"Tell me- 'f it's too much - a'ight?" he puffs, and gently pushes into Jedao.
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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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"C'n you- kiss me? Please-"
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He rolls off Eiffel just for the instant it takes to turn and throw his leg back over Eiffel's lap, sliding and settling so that he can get one hand around the back of Eiffel's neck again, the other cupping his cheek and jaw to guide them into a deep, slow, devouring kiss.
His soft dick presses against Eiffel's belly, his balls brushing over Eiffel's still-desperate erection as Jedao presses close, chest to chest. The way his legs have to spread to straddle him, they end with head of Eiffel's cock just nestled along Jedao's crack, where Eiffel can finally feel the slippery evidence of just what Jedao - ever the unlikely optimist - did while he was waiting for Eiffel to arrive,
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He does notice Jedao's ass is slick against his tip but the thought doesn’t get any traction, because then he's moaning desperately into Jedao's mouth with the weight and warmth on his cock and his hip roll as he tries to find a rhythm, aching and already trying to pick up speed against the practically teasing pressure.
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He doesn't actually twitch, not capable of getting hard again that fast, but he aches as his body tries and fails.
"Fuck, baby," Jedao whispers against Eiffel's mouth, kissing again between scattered phrases. "You could - slide right in - if you want -"
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"Tell me- 'f it's too much - a'ight?" he puffs, and gently pushes into Jedao.
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"Stars - yeah, give it to me, I need it, please -"
He has a hard time even imagining 'too much'.
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