"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.
"Oh, God-" He slides in easily, more so than he expects and it's hard not to slam into Jedao with that on the front of his mind, and he keens sharply into Jedao's mouth as he takes it slow until he's in to the hilt.
And he needs a moment there, panting heavily at the overwhelming sensation, brow creased as he leans back on Jedao's hand in his hair, and his free hand comes up to trail up Jedao's neck in a warm, gentle touch.
Jedao moans deeply and kisses him again, but it's a softer, teasing little kiss, sucking and nibbling at Eiffel's lip as Jedao waits for him to catch his breath.
"You don't have to hold back for my sake," Jedao whispers after a few long moments, dusting a few light kisses across the line of Eiffel's cheekbone. "I got ready for you," he murmurs, breath close to Eiffel's ear.
That sends a shudder rolling down Eiffel's spine that makes him push into Jedao, and with that kickstart he very quickly finds his rhythm, soon thrusting into him with abandon as he leans up and kisses Jedao, aimless and hungry and desperate as he draws close, fast, moaning as loud as each breath can possibly let him.
Jedao rocks to match his pace, feeling the warm burn in his thigh muscles as he moves, lifting up just enough to sit back down on Eiffel's cock as he thrusts, his grip on Eiffel's neck a steady constant to help him balance. Jedao groans and whimpers and croons into the kiss, sweet and urgent and filthy all at once.
He loves being fucked when he's already come, when he can be loose and easy for it, the way the whole world becomes the hot slide of his lover inside him, having him and using him and filling him up. He can't stop moaning, until something shifts and they get the angle just right, and he shouts against the kiss, goes rigid for a moment, as his whole body lights up in sparks. He squeezes around Eiffel's cock only half on purpose, short nails digging into the side of his neck.
Eiffel might be half out of his mind and on the edge of coming, but he recognises a good sound when it clamps down on his dick and yells so hard that his ears ring, and he grins into the kiss as he shifts just so, making sure he can maintain the angle, and drives into Jedao again, this time with intent to try and get that squeeze to help push himself over that final edge.
Jedao wails, and this time he does twitch against Eiffel's belly. He's not doing much to help maintain the rhythm anymore, just shaking and gasping and holding on tight as Eiffel pounds up into him.
He wants to feel Eiffel come inside him so badly and it's hard to think to plan anything, to do anything clever with his hands or his mouth except continue moaning into messy, desperate, open kisses. He's too full of overwhelming shocky pleasure to manage words even though he's sure he'd know the right thing to coax Eiffel along if he could think at all. But clenching around Eiffel's dick like he needs it inside him is the easiest thing in the world.
It doesn't take much from that point - the tightness around him, Jedao moaning at full volume desperately against his mouth - until Eiffel's thrust becomes something of a lurch, his spine goes rigid, and he all but howls into Jedao's mouth as he comes. It's hard and fast, hips going from juddering rams to dithering twitches all too quickly, until finally he goes limp under Jedao, breathing hard as his head tips forward to rest on Jedao's shoulder.
Jedao nuzzles a little at his temple, his own breath gradually slowing in time with Eiffel's. Eventually he lets go of Eiffel's neck, flexing his hand a few times after the long tension in it, and cards his fingers gently through Eiffel's damp curls.
He kisses back, smiling faintly into the warmth of it.
"Uh... magic eight ball says ask again later," he mumbles, lifting his hands up to cup Jedao's face gently and pull him in for another sweet kiss. "When I'm not about to pass out, maybe."
"Okay," Jedao agrees, nuzzling his nose a little. Eiffel is still inside him, and Jedao gives him one more squeeze, somewhere between teasing and experimental.
"Okay, easy," Jedao agrees, immediately contrite, but there's still a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. He groans a little as he climbs off of Eiffel and collapses back against the couch, a little haphazardly.
He scoops up his pants from the floor with one vaguely-acrobatic twist, then uses them to start wiping Eiffel down gently. The black fabric feels sleek, almost unnaturally smooth, silky and cool.
There's another groan from Eiffel at the sudden freedom and cool release from Jedao, but the being wiped down feels... nice, soothing to his roasting, sweaty skin and sore everything.
"Maybe..." He cups a hand around Jedao's neck, fingers trailing through his hair and accidentally leaving a bit of the tacky mess behind. "Maybe next time you could show me what I did to make you scream like that..."
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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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And he needs a moment there, panting heavily at the overwhelming sensation, brow creased as he leans back on Jedao's hand in his hair, and his free hand comes up to trail up Jedao's neck in a warm, gentle touch.
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"You don't have to hold back for my sake," Jedao whispers after a few long moments, dusting a few light kisses across the line of Eiffel's cheekbone. "I got ready for you," he murmurs, breath close to Eiffel's ear.
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He loves being fucked when he's already come, when he can be loose and easy for it, the way the whole world becomes the hot slide of his lover inside him, having him and using him and filling him up. He can't stop moaning, until something shifts and they get the angle just right, and he shouts against the kiss, goes rigid for a moment, as his whole body lights up in sparks. He squeezes around Eiffel's cock only half on purpose, short nails digging into the side of his neck.
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He wants to feel Eiffel come inside him so badly and it's hard to think to plan anything, to do anything clever with his hands or his mouth except continue moaning into messy, desperate, open kisses. He's too full of overwhelming shocky pleasure to manage words even though he's sure he'd know the right thing to coax Eiffel along if he could think at all. But clenching around Eiffel's dick like he needs it inside him is the easiest thing in the world.
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Eventually, words come back. In a vague, breathless manner, but still.
"Wow."
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"Yeah. I feel a bit - dazzled." And very vindicated.
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He leans in and gives Eiffel another kiss, quick and easy and sweet.
"Anything you want to try next time, or should I suprise you?"
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"Uh... magic eight ball says ask again later," he mumbles, lifting his hands up to cup Jedao's face gently and pull him in for another sweet kiss. "When I'm not about to pass out, maybe."
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"Ah- easy, easy-"
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He scoops up his pants from the floor with one vaguely-acrobatic twist, then uses them to start wiping Eiffel down gently. The black fabric feels sleek, almost unnaturally smooth, silky and cool.
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"Maybe..." He cups a hand around Jedao's neck, fingers trailing through his hair and accidentally leaving a bit of the tacky mess behind. "Maybe next time you could show me what I did to make you scream like that..."
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