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[deuceoftears]

Jedao lets him move and then digs his nails in harder afterward, moaning around him as Eiffel fucks his face, leaving little crescent-moon marks on on the skin of his hips. He slides up and down a few more times, slow whenever Eiffel doesn't preempt his rhythm, hungry and shameless until he pulls off with a shockingly blatant slurping sound.

"Can you go twice, do you think, or should I save this?" Jedao asks, grinning wickedly, before rubbing his cheek against the side of Eiffel's dick idly, a brush of teasing affection.

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Cruel, cruel timing on Jedao's part, because Eiffel's rhythm had started picking up, rushing towards his climax and Jedao pulls off him maybe three or four rounds before he would have come and his groan is desolate, gripping on Jedao's hair tighter as if he could get that gorgeous mouth back on his dick if he just thrusts into it right.

He looks down with desperation in his eyes, and he can barely handle the stubble scrubbing against his over-sensitive length and he throws his head back with a choked laugh.

"Jedao, please- please, for the love of God get me off, you were so close-" it takes his brain a second to register the actual question '-I-I can, I can do twice, I swear, God--"

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"Okay," Jedao says sweetly, like butter wouldn't melt. He turns his head and presses a soft, messy, open-mouthed kiss to the head of Eiffel's dick, tracing just under the head with his tongue for a few seconds of fakeout that he might switch to slow and teasing before he settles in and deepthroats Eiffel again.

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A shuddering, choking gasp escapes him when Jedao teases him with his goddamn tongue, but then he's being taken fully again and Eiffel yelps, gripping Jedao's head and rolling his hips into him again, chasing that rush as it builds, harder and faster now, his grip painfully tight in Jedao's hair.

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Jedao moans deep in his chest as Eiffel fucks his face, dropping one hand from Eiffel's hip to stroke himself roughly as he whines and whimpers and sucks. He's wanted Eiffel's cock in his mouth for so long, just like this, hot and heavy and perfect.

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The moaning is vibrating straight through his cock and Eiffel keens sharply, his panting getting tighter, his thrusts sharper, and it's only a minute or so after Jedao starts stroking himself that Eiffel's grip shifts, yanking Jedao's head flush against him as an orgasm rattles up his spine, making him moan with absolute shameless volume.

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Jedao's soft, blissful noises are completely lost beneath Eiffel's noises, except that he can still feel them. Jedao strokes himself hard and fast, and when Eiffel hauls on his hair, deliciously rough, holds him and uses him, he comes just like that in his only half-open uniform pants.

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A ripple runs down Eiffel's spine as his orgasm finally runs its course, and his grip loosens on Jedao's hair enough for him to pull away if he wants- but Eiffel looks down first, and the deep blotchy redness covering him from the intensity of his coming somehow turns darker.

"I..." He swallows thickly against his dry throat, but it doesn't do anything to help how he can't look away from Jedao's mouth still on his cock. "...you okay?"

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Jedao flutters his lashes a little bit before looking up, letting Eiffel watch his moth stretch awkwardly as he tries to smile without pulling off. He hums a soft, delighted affirmative before slowly, gently leaning back, letting Eiffel's cock slip from his now slightly swollen lips. He beams, looking lazily, smuggly contented, and rubs his cheek against Eiffel's thigh.

"I feel great," he purrs, voice rougher and deeper than usual.

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He whimpers, high and raspy at the sensations against his oversensitive everything, and he runs his fingers gently through Jedao's hair.

"That w's..."

And he frowns faintly, and pulls his hands back so he can take off the gloves, and then puts his hand back in Jedao's hair to rub his scalp tenderly. "Y're really good at that."

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He closes his eyes for a few seconds, leaning happily into the touch.

"I'm passionate about my craft," Jedao says with a little self-satisfied, tongue-in-cheek giggle. He didn't do anything especially fancy, except for not needing to breathe, but he does love it.

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Eiffel chuckles weakly. He's trying really hard to stay awake for Jedao, since he promised he'd try and go for round two, but if he stays down there then Eiffel's not sure he can handle it.

"C'm'ere," he mumbles, loosening his legs from Jedao's ribs - it takes him a moment to fumble with the door to anchor himself, but he wants to pull Jedao up and kiss him some more, all messed up like that.

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Jedao wriggles up Eiffel's body, pleased to be able to float at exactly kissing height in zero gravity, although he takes the time to nuzzle Eiffel's jaw and nip his ear a little bit.

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The extra affection gets some soft moans, and he uses Jedao's new proximity to wrap his arms around Jedao's chest, one hand gliding between his shoulder blades to trace lightly across his nape, and the other thumbs idly at his waistband. The press of the silk tie between them is an odd contrast, but it warms quickly between their bodies.

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Jedao kisses him, slow and easy, wet and open. He swallowed, of course - he didn't have the chance not to, as deep in his throat as Eiffel finished - but there's still a distinct musky taste that hasn't been there when they've kissed before.

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It's not the first time he's kissed someone who's just given him proper head, funnily enough, but it's been a while, and he hums in gentle surprise at the flavour, and he's too dazed and impulsive not to chase it with his tongue, pulling Jedao a little tighter against him as he does.

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Jedao groans softly as Eiffel pulls him in, reaching to slide his hands into Eiffel's hair, gripping big handfuls to hold on.

"Wanted that for so long," Jedao mumbles between loose, easy kisses. "So good."

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The fistfuls of hair being pulled make his scalp tingle, and he tilts his head back slightly to lean into it, still returning the lazy kisses. "I've been-" it's easy to let himself be interrupted by kisses, by still feeling good and floaty. "Thinkin' 'bout it for a while too."

He opens his eyes so he can grin at Jedao. "The zero gravity was a surprise."

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"It's your cabin," Jedao points out, tugging Eiffel's hair a little more for emphasis, then kissing him again.

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The tug interrupts his words with a faint keen, and he mumbles his way through the rest of "-thoughtIturneditoff--" against Jedao's lips, as his spine arches weakly.

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"Do you want to turn it off?" Jedao asks. He brushes kisses over Eiffel's cheekbones and then returns to his mouth. "Curl up in bed, kiss for ages?"

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He hums into Jedao's mouth when it lands, and sighs softly. "If we do I'm probably gonna pass out," he warns him with a crooked smile.

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"You can pass out if you want. It just seemed like you maybe had some plans I derailed?"

He looks a little sheepsih, but not actually sorry.

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"Oh, nah, just." His hand curls around Jedao's ear, tilting him gently to press a kiss to his forehead. "Just thought you wanted to come more with something inside you."