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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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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