Hakkai is on the couch when Jedao comes in, half turned so he can watch the door over the back of it, with his chin resting on his crossed arms. He smiles at Jedao as Jedao comes in, flush rising to his cheeks afresh.
Jedao sits down next to him, smiling growing broader.
"I was wondering - hoping -" especially now that he can see the state of Hakkai, which seems very promising. He makes his hand into a little claw shape and has it pinch a little, playfully, at Hakkai's sleeve. "-if it meant news regarding our pincer maneuvers."
"Unexpected success regarding pincer maneuvers," Hakkai informs him, in the lofty tones of a proper report, and promptly leans in against Jedao, tucking himself into Jedao's shoulder. "I decided to tell Eiffel that I was interested in kissing him, and he was enthusiastic about more than kissing. So, ah.
"I... thought it was about time for me to ask you what you are and aren't comfortable with me doing. With other people."
His ears are growing distinctly redder. At this distance, Jedao can probably also notice that Hakkai is in need of both a shower and a clean pair of pants.
Jedao beams, and leans in for a slow kiss. He can taste - well, a hint of cigarette smoke more than Eiffel, but that's enough to know, to taste the thrill of association. He settles against Hakkai's side, head on his shoulder, and interlaces their fingers.
"No Godric," Jedao says, a little dryly. "Because he's kind of my dad now. Anybody else I'd veto you already don't like either, or they're monogamous. Or...Sephiroth." Which seems self-evidently disqualifying at this point.
"I always want to know, but it's fine if things happen fast and you don't tell me until after. I do want to hear the sexy details, especially for anyone I like too." Especially for Eiffel. "There's not...specific acts I care about, I don't think."
Hakkai squeezes his hand, settling against him in turn.
"I'm going to be slow and shy with anyone," he admits, running his thumb absently over Jedao's knuckles. "You'll have advance warning of who. And veto power. But it's, ah. Good to know I can tell you after, for times like this. How do you feel about marks?"
He pauses, and then, a little more slowly, adds, "I think - I've changed my opinion for you, about marks. I don't mind if you get ones that show anymore."
He unlinks his fingers from Jedao's briefly to press them against his engraved bracelet.
"I think marks are fine," Jedao muses, then says, "Marks from Eiffel are definitely fine. I might feel a little different with someone else." Because Eiffel already feels like theirs.
"Oh good," Hakkai says, snuggling in a bit closer. "I thought they would be from Eiffel, but I have a few I'd have to apologize for if I had been wrong...."
Eiffel does already feel like theirs, equally dear and delightful to each, and that makes it - easy, to think about telling Jedao all the details. He's still blushing about it, the idea fresh enough to catch him out with shyness, but he's willing.
"And I don't mind if you ever wanted to stay the night, sometime, although I'd like a head's up where you are. With Eiffel I think we'll be more likely to invite him back here, though," he muses.
"My goal next time is not to be too shy to take my pants off," Hakkai mutters in the confessional mode, rubbing his free hand over his face. "But. Yes. I would like to invite him to stay the night here, at some point."
Hakkai makes a firework-underwater sputter, flushing scarlet all over again. He isn't easily embarrassed, under most circumstances. When it comes to his own moments of awkwardness with intimacy--
-- well. He's comfortable enough with Jedao that he doesn't feel the need to hide it; he lets his head fall back against the couch cushion, and his hand fall away from his bright-red cheek.
"You remember how I was at first," he mutters. Even after they'd both agreed they wanted each other, it had taken a month and a half and a half-dozen heartwrenching revelations before they'd been ready to carefully, mutually agree they wanted to fall into bed together. It hadn't just been the Galley that slowed them down. And it's no easier making himself vulnerable with someone else.
"So what did you manage to do?" Jedao asks, and Hakkai can't see him waggling his eyebrows, but he can hear it. Jedao punctuates the question with a little lick to the shell of Hakkai's ear.
Especially with Eiffel, he'd said. Hakkai clears his throat, despite the slight shiver that runs through him at the flick of Jedao's tongue over his ear and the persistence of his blush.
"Well, I kissed him in the doorway," he says, "and he promptly invited me in, after which we made out a little more. He really enjoys being pushed back against a wall, doesn't he...?"
"Now that you mention it..." He had liked both of those things from Hakkai, too. He makes a thoughtful noise in the back of his throat, briefly distracted from embarrassment by analysis, before finding the thread of the narrative again. "Ah -- anyway, at that point, we moved to the couch because I wasn't entirely sure he wouldn't fall over if we stayed vertical.
"Which is about where I had to tell him I felt like taking everything off would be moving too fast for me. But we did take off our shirts, and made out -- I told him I like biting, and he did give me a few marks--" His hand drifts to press against his collarbone and shoulder, where the bruises still ache sweetly under his shirt.
"Should I help you clean up, sweetheart?" Jedao asks, his hand drifting down to fiddle with Hakkai's fly, although he uses a small, gentle mothpush to prod the bite mark under Hakkai's hand at the same time.
Hakkai's eyes flutter shut briefly on a sharp inhalation, although he'd be hard pressed to say whether it was the brush of pressure on the bruise or Jedao's hand at the button of his pants that sparked it; he opens them again a moment later, his real eye glinting between his lashes.
"Yes," he murmurs, and leans over to capture Jedao's mouth for a searching kiss. "You should."
Hakkai laughs back, sheer easy joy bubbling up to wash away his awkward embarrassment. He likes Eiffel a great deal, and he loves Jedao so much: he's bad at new things, that's all. Especially bad at new things that require him to talk in detail about his sex life, but it's good practice.
He wriggles just enough to ease his pants down as Jedao gets them open, wrinkling his nose at the way Jedao's thumb tugging the elastic makes him suddenly aware of the sticky mess in his underwear all over again.
Jedao trails a few more ksses along Hakkai's jaw as he eases his hand inside. Mostly he's just trying to ascertain exactly how wet the sticky mess still is, since he doesn't want to hurt Hakkai tugging away anything that's dried stuck, but either way he's taking the opportunity to purr "Dirty boy," delightedly in Hakkai's ear and see how that goes over.
It's still quite wet -- Hakkai makes a small sound of half-laughing despair at the comment, even as he tilts his head back to give Jedao better access to his neck.
"Ah... not that, Jedao-shei, you're going to make me feel like I have to go shower--"
He can appreciate the tone of delight, but he does have certain ingrained responses to dirty.
"Your mess," Hakkai agrees, slightly breathless with the dizzy rush of having a hand on him. He hadn't been hard, his awkwardness too distracting for arousal, but that's changing fast.
"What do you want to do with me?" He stretches just a little, arching his back, and gives Jedao a heavy-lidded smile.
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"I give up-- what does the crab mean?"
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"I was wondering - hoping -" especially now that he can see the state of Hakkai, which seems very promising. He makes his hand into a little claw shape and has it pinch a little, playfully, at Hakkai's sleeve. "-if it meant news regarding our pincer maneuvers."
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"I... thought it was about time for me to ask you what you are and aren't comfortable with me doing. With other people."
His ears are growing distinctly redder. At this distance, Jedao can probably also notice that Hakkai is in need of both a shower and a clean pair of pants.
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"No Godric," Jedao says, a little dryly. "Because he's kind of my dad now. Anybody else I'd veto you already don't like either, or they're monogamous. Or...Sephiroth." Which seems self-evidently disqualifying at this point.
"I always want to know, but it's fine if things happen fast and you don't tell me until after. I do want to hear the sexy details, especially for anyone I like too." Especially for Eiffel. "There's not...specific acts I care about, I don't think."
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"I'm going to be slow and shy with anyone," he admits, running his thumb absently over Jedao's knuckles. "You'll have advance warning of who. And veto power. But it's, ah. Good to know I can tell you after, for times like this. How do you feel about marks?"
He pauses, and then, a little more slowly, adds, "I think - I've changed my opinion for you, about marks. I don't mind if you get ones that show anymore."
He unlinks his fingers from Jedao's briefly to press them against his engraved bracelet.
"Because you're wearing mine all the time."
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Eiffel does already feel like theirs, equally dear and delightful to each, and that makes it - easy, to think about telling Jedao all the details. He's still blushing about it, the idea fresh enough to catch him out with shyness, but he's willing.
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-- well. He's comfortable enough with Jedao that he doesn't feel the need to hide it; he lets his head fall back against the couch cushion, and his hand fall away from his bright-red cheek.
"You remember how I was at first," he mutters. Even after they'd both agreed they wanted each other, it had taken a month and a half and a half-dozen heartwrenching revelations before they'd been ready to carefully, mutually agree they wanted to fall into bed together. It hadn't just been the Galley that slowed them down. And it's no easier making himself vulnerable with someone else.
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"Well, I kissed him in the doorway," he says, "and he promptly invited me in, after which we made out a little more. He really enjoys being pushed back against a wall, doesn't he...?"
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Someday.
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"Which is about where I had to tell him I felt like taking everything off would be moving too fast for me. But we did take off our shirts, and made out -- I told him I like biting, and he did give me a few marks--" His hand drifts to press against his collarbone and shoulder, where the bruises still ache sweetly under his shirt.
"At which point, ah. I did end up--"
Bright red.
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"Yes," he murmurs, and leans over to capture Jedao's mouth for a searching kiss. "You should."
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He wriggles just enough to ease his pants down as Jedao gets them open, wrinkling his nose at the way Jedao's thumb tugging the elastic makes him suddenly aware of the sticky mess in his underwear all over again.
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"Ah... not that, Jedao-shei, you're going to make me feel like I have to go shower--"
He can appreciate the tone of delight, but he does have certain ingrained responses to dirty.
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"Messy, then. My mess." He gives Hakkai a few lazy strokes, smearing said mess around before tugging Hakkai's underwear down.
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"What do you want to do with me?" He stretches just a little, arching his back, and gives Jedao a heavy-lidded smile.