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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."

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Eiffel does stare, admittedly, but it's not shock or horror. It's drinking Jedao in, like if he looks away he'll forget it all, and with the back of his fingers he glides a glancing touch over Jedao's ribs, before he pulls him in for a deep, genuine kiss.

"You look badass," he mumbles against his teeth, before he nips quickly at Jedao's tongue so he can't protest.

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He makes a muffled noise into the kiss, because he was about to protest, but Eiffel has maneuvered him successfully, and he melts into the kiss for a little while, hands stroking from Eiffel's shoulders down his arms.

"It didn't all happen to me," he mutters when Eiffel is forced to pause for breath. "It's just cosmetic."

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"That mean I'm not allowed to think it looks cool?" he pants, and his hands come back to loosen his tie, just enough that he can slip it over his collar and unbutton his own shirt as well. Which leaves him in just the tie and gloves, which feels weird as a look but he knows Jedao's going to love it, so he moves in again, bracing one hand behind Jedao's neck to kiss him deeply, as his left hand moves down to palm Jedao through his pants, hyperaware of the way he's practically rubbing himself at the same time with his forearm.

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Jedao groans with his whole chest, shuddering as he rocks against Eiffel's hand.

"That's - fine -"

Any qualifiers he intends to add don't make it through the immense distraction of Eiffel feeling him up with gloves on.

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With his feet secure, that means he can kiss Jedao with force, pin him to the door so he can bring his hands down and start pushing Jedao's pants down too, low enough that he can take him in one hand and give him a long, tight stroke, before he reaches between his legs to explore, mostly letting the slick glide of leather on bare thighs do all the work.

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"Fuck, oh fuck," Jedao mumbles between loud, helpless groans. He's desperately hard, leaking on the leather, hips twitching and jerking in haphazard little motions. It's so fucking dirty, it's demeaning in a way Eiffel has no idea about and Jedao had no idea he was kinked for, but he hasn't taken them off, he's just - touching him - with his gloves still on, like Jedao doesn't deserve his bare hands -

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The gloves make him a bit bolder, the barrier of sensation between himself and Jedao giving him a bit more confidence than he'd normally have, and so he finds Jedao's ass to trace gently around his entrance before he remembers.

"I-I-- lube, 's'in my bedroom," he mumbles as he pulls back from kissing Jedao's jaw. "Do we wanna-?"

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"Anything," Jedao gasps, struggling to spread his pinned legs, barely processing words.

There was a plan, wasn't there? He - thinking is hard - he thinks there was -

"Lemme suck you," he begs, yearning into the touch, leaving a smear of precome against Eiffel's forearm. "Let me get you wet, I don't need anything else -"

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"Hey, hey-" Discomfort runs brief and sharp through Eiffel's stomach, bringing a moment of clarity with it, and he brings his hand up to brace Jedao's face and kiss him again, far softer and sweeter because of the way it's filled with concern. "You don't have to beg me, big guy. Kinda prefer it if you didn't, actually."

But he gives a warm, flushed smile. "You can go down on me. Just- asking once is fine." With another deep, reassuring kiss.

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Jedao makes soft, squirmy noises into the kiss, then bites Eiffel's lip about it. He gets a hand in Eiffel's hair and tugs, close to the scalp, short and sharp.

"If you don't want me to beg, stop being so brainmeltingly hot," Jedao tells him, voice growly but unable to keep himself from grinning a little. He can, however, switch to being demanding. "And I'm gonna ask a third time if I don't get your dick in my mouth in the next five seconds, darlin," he threatens.

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That growl, though, makes his spine turn to butter, his cock twitches and any smart reply turns into a whimpered, "Okay, yeah, go for it." as he pulls his hands back so Jedao can move.

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Jedao sort of pulls himself down Eiffel's body, reorienting thoughtlessly in the null gravity, and gets his hands in a firm grip over Eiffel's hipbones.

"Don't stop touching me," he orders in that same low growl. "Pull my hair and stuff." Then he opens his mouth and swallows Eiffel down.

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The sudden wet warmth, lips and tongue and Jedao's voice has an empassioned groan escape Eiffel, legs curling automatically to wrap around Jedao's rips as his hands anchor themselves in his hair, tight scraping handfuls of hair as he tries to remember to breathe.

"God-" His mouth doesn't stop even when his mind is completely blanking out from stimulation. "Fuck- J-Jedao--"

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Jedao doesn't do anything coy or teasing; he doesn't even bother meeting Eiffel's eyes. He closes his eyes instead and just lets himself be selfish, lets Eiffel see him being selfish, see him blissed out on the sheer sensation of Eiffel's cock in his mouth, in his throat. He hasn't got any gag reflex and he doesn't technically need to breathe; it's a few long, pounding heartbeats before he pulls up a few inches and then slides back down, sucking steady and easy, savoring it.

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Eiffel can't look at him, or not for more than a second or so, because it's better than he'd imagined, hot and warm and driving him insane, and every pull down on him gets a loud, desperate moan, hips bucking in Jedao's iron grip as he chases the sensation without thought.