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[deuceoftears]

"I think you should yell, 'so long, losers, I'm getting laid,'" Jedao tells him, laughing softly. "Everyone's too busy staring at their own feet to notice otherwise."

He brushes a little kiss at the corner of Eiffel's mouth. "Except Hakkai, who is giving us a thumb's up."

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Eiffel practically fluffs up with the force of the blush that crashes down on him, and to his credit he remembers to grab Jedao's wrist in his gloved hand (the inside of which is now getting uncomfortably sweaty) before he goes to stumble away - half to escape the embarrassment but mostly so he doesn't abandon Jedao to it like an asshole.

"I hope you guys know how goddamn rude you are doing this to me," he mumbles, but there's no venom to the heat and he's not not smiling, he's just. Flustered!!

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"I think Hakkai knows. I, on the other hand, was raised by foxes and have no manners at all."

Contrary to this statement, Jedao takes Eiffel's arm in a slightly old-fashioned manner and starts gently marching them to the exit.

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And being tugged away like that gets a smile on Eiffel's faced despite himself. It's the little things, the polite little courtesies that are the nicest ones. And also deeply flustering, but in a way he can handle way more gracefully.

So he tugs Jedao a little closer into his side, using the hand wrapped around his arm, and he'll press the elevator button himself when they get close.

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As soon as they're safely inside the elevator, Jedao pushes Eiffel against the wall for a deep, dirty kiss. He gets his other hand on Eiffel's jaw again, too.

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Hello, somehow he wasn't expecting it, and his knees buckle with surprise as the sudden kiss that puts him nearly eye level with Jedao, but he kisses back enthusiastically and loudly.

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Fortunately, Jedao is very much holding him up against the wall, pinned by his body, until the doors ding open again on the first floor. Jedao pulls back just enough to grin.

"Shall we?"

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He has to take a breath when Jedao pulls away and it still tastes like him, and Jedao will be able to see very readily both Eiffel's dilated pupils and the distinct tightening of his pants.

He nods, a little too harried to use proper words, but a choked "Y-yeah," manages to escape, and he's tugging Jedao to his room immediately. A part of him is glad he remembered to turn the gravity off today, but he's mad at the general existence of his heavy door because it means he has to let Jedao go to open it.

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Jedao takes the opportunity to pat Eiffel's butt through his fancy suit pants, still grinning shamelessly as Eiffel gets the door open.

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The butt-pat gets a sound that is unmistakably a yip, and so when Eiffel gets the door open he dragged Jedao in by the wrist and presses him against the door, in a motion that holds Jedao's wrist over his head in one of Eiffel's leather-clad hands.

And then he pauses, because he didn't think he'd get that far, and just goes red again.

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Jedao, on the other hand, is entirely delighted by this position; he rocks his hips against Eiffel's and leans in to kiss him again.

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That works.

He moans at the pressure rocking into his hips and kisses back hard, and it's his turn to bring a hand up and cup Jedao's jaw with it, tilting his head up to deepen the kiss.

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Jedao groans as he feels the smooth leather of the glove against his jaw, and he takes advantage of the lack of gravity to wrap both legs around Eiffel's waist waist.

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He has to pull away from Jedao's face for a moment to groan abruptly at the sudden pressure clamping around his waist. "Jesus Christ--" But his hands keep moving, both on Jedao's head now and one finding purchase in the bare bit of length at the back of his head to tug it back and expose his neck for Eiffel to bury his face into, dragging kisses up the exposed tendon.

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Jedao groans louder when Eiffel pulls his hair, shuddering under his mouth, painfully hard where his hips are pressed against Eiffel's.

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Turns out zero G rutting is a bit more difficult than Eiffel anticipated, and he has to lift his face again so he can find a spot to hook his feet against the door so he can grind into Jedao properly.

And also to start taking Jedao's shirt off, if he'll let him.

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Jedao is well distracted by the grinding, so Eiffel has probably already caught a glimpse of Jedao's heavily scarred chest - layers on layers of different scars - before Jedao rasps out a half-hearted warning.

"It's a little, uh, rough, under there -"

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Eiffel's hands pause, then, and his flushed, desperate gaze flicks to Jedao's.

"D'you- is that--" he swallows dryly. "Is that okay, or-? I can-?" He shifts his hands to go for Jedao's pants in question.

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"It's fine, it doesn't hurt or anything, it's just, kinda ugly?"

He tries not to be overwrought about it, but he does still feel self-conscious.

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"Everyone's got some ugly," he mumbles without really thinking, as he goes in to kiss Jedao's neck some more. "Doesn't make you bad. Makes you a person."

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"I know that," Jedao mutters, rolling his eyes and stroking Eiffel's hair with his free hand. "It's just - a lot. And it's awkward when people are shocked about it."

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"That's okay. We can do that some other time." He pulls up a little, and gives Jedao a proper kiss, soft and gentle and reassuring rather than the frantic intensity he's still buzzing with. "You want me to take mine off instead?"

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"I want to suck your dick," Jedao says with a soft laugh, reaching to pluck apart the knot of Eiffel's tie. "Shirts optional. Number of shirts completely up to you, I just wanted to warn you."

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That gets a slightly strangled laugh, but it's still fully genuine.

"Should I warn you that I'm gonna keep the gloves on?" he asks, teasingly contrite, as he cups Jedao's neck to run a thumb up the already well-kissed tendon there.

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Jedao groans, hips jerking roughing, grinding against Eiffel through their respective suit pants, threatening to dislodge Eiffel's grip on the wall for a moment.

"You minx. Hakkai told you, didn't he," Jedao accuses, between whimpers.