"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..."
"I would love to," Jedao promises. "While I blow you, maybe?" he adds hopefully, lifting Eiffel's cock in a way that manages to be both pragmatic and tender so that Jedao can also clean Eiffel's sack, before moving on to his belly and chest, wadding up the pants as he goes so that he's using a clean spot each time.
"I'll be easy," Jedao promises, sounding very earnest, even though there's still something impish to his grin. When Eiffel is about as clean as he's going to get, Jedao hitches his pants and underwear back up, gently tucking him in before zipping his jeans with an obvious, almost luxurious satisfaction.
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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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