"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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"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.