"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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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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