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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.

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The sudden buck into him shocks a choked gasp out of him, and his head drops to Jedao's shoulder as he tries to breathe through the sensation.

"M-Maybe. What're you gonna do about it?" he huffs out, and it doesn't sound as much like as a challenge as it does a begged question. "'cos- maybe I wanna take you to pound town too."

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"I'm gonna do whatever you want about it, sweetheart," Jedao murmurs into Eiffel's ear, rolling his hips again, a little more deliberately this time.

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And Eiffel groans, loud and heavy into Jedao's neck, rolling his own hips into the motion.

"Better do it fast or you won't get to touch it," he mumbles, and he's letting go of Jedao to try and squeeze past his thighs to start working on his own belt.

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Jedao, obligingly, lets his legs drop from around Eiffel's waist. He also reaches out with his mind and gives Eiffel a mean little squeeze, right at the base of his dick, to stop him coming too soon.

Because he's helpful like that.

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It's a good thing they're in zero gravity or Eiffel's knees would have buckled with that squeeze and he almost yells into Jedao's neck with the surprise of it - Jedao will feel him twitch with the 'contact' - and his movements are a bit more stuttery after that but he still manages to get his pants down in a relatively smooth motion.

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Jedao, in turn, does shuck off the red uniform jacket, which leaves him in a shimmery golden underlayer a lot like a tank top, low-cut enough that Eiffel can see a little bit of the messy scars Jedao kept hidden under his form-fitting sweater last time.

"Too mean?" Jedao asks, somewhere in between gentle and teasing.

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"'m okay," he breathes, already a little dazed and heady, but hey, he hasn't come, so. "Just- gimme a second."

A part of his brain that's not completely driven out by his horniness makes him pull back as Jedao sheds his jacket, glancing down at his own dick in the mild confusion of ongoing sensation there. "...oh, right. You're like, telekinetic or whatever."

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"Or whatever," Jedao agrees warmly.

"So - shirts? No shirts?"

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His hips stutter slightly as he tries to brace his feet again, wanting to roll into the sense of pressure on his cock but not having anything to push into. "I-I, uhm." He swallows loudly, trying to fix his dry mouth. "Dealer's choice?"

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"Yeah, okay." Jedao takes a quick gulp of breath for courage, then peels away the undershirt, revealing Jedao One's shockingly battle-scarred chest, with shrapnel scatters on top of old burns, knife slices and knotted asterisms from bullets on top of odd geometric graft patches. One nipple is totally absent.

"None of them hurt or anything," Jedao promises him. "They're just...a lot."