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[deuceoftears]

"Okay," he says softly. He kisses the corner of Gonou's mouth first, small and sweet, then settles into longer, slower kisses, with Jedao taking more control of it than he has much so far. He strokes Gonou's cheekbone with his thumb, still cupping Gonou's face as Jedao nibbles gently on his lip, kissing him deeper and then lighter and then deeper again, building an easy, quiet rhythm.

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Gonou relaxes by inches as Jedao kisses him, letting his own hands fall to rest on Jedao's hips, and returns each kiss with a yielding passion. It is making him feel better, reality clearing away ghosts. Even accounting for the stubble, Jedao doesn't kiss like Kanan had. He's steady where she had been tempestuous, gentle where she demanded.

It does help. He raises a hand, eventually, mirroring Jedao's touch by cradling his right cheek, and takes enough initiative to kiss much more deeply.

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Jedao gives him a soft hum, welcome and pleasure, when Gonou touches his face, which melts into a deep moan as the kiss changes tenor. He sways into it, his free hand finding Gonou's waist, twisting a fistful of shirt hem for something like balance as he responds in kind.

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Finally, Gonou has to break the kiss to catch his breath, looking into Jedao's eyes with his pupil blown with desire. After the first gasp, he takes another breath, slow and deliberate, testing his own feelings, probing for fragility.

Anything except that, Jedao had said, and he's taking it seriously.

"I think I am okay now," he says softly, and traces the edge of Jedao's face with his forefinger, brow to eye, cheek down to jaw. "...I've been wanting to mark your throat," he murmurs, and stretches his hand to press a thumb against the tendons of his neck. "May I?"

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They're close enough in the moment that Gonou can probably see Jedao's own eyes dilating; certainly he can feel Jedao's throat move under his hand as Jedao swallows.

"Please," he groans, barely managing to make it into a word.

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Gonou kisses the edge of his jaw, then moves down, gently anchoring his hand in Jedao's hair to tug his head back and force him to bare his throat.

The first mark he's leaving starts gentle, lips brushing the side of Jedao's neck over a tendon, before he catches the skin there between his teeth and bites down. His teeth are human again, without the dangerous razor edges of youkai fangs, so he doesn't feel the need to recalibrate the pressure he uses. Instead, he focuses on working at that spot with tongue and teeth, a soft, hungry moan escaping through the seal of his lips.

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The noise Jedao makes is a raw, hoarse shout, his whole body tensing for a moment as though electrified by it. The first sting makes him feel wild, precise, heavy and light all at the same time. His hands are clutching the back of Gonou's shirt before he knows what's happening, groaning more softly as he gets at least a little of his breath and thoughts back.

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Gonou's hand clenches on the hair between his fingers as Jedao cries out, the sound sending a jolt of arousal down his spine. He lifts his lips from Jedao's skin slowly, with a wet noise and a last flick of his tongue over the abused spot.

He glances down at it. He's actually not sure if Jedao can bruise, with his dark and slow-moving blood, but for that reaction he almost doesn't care if he really leaves a mark or not.

(He cares a little. But if Jedao doesn't, Gonou's sure he can find other ways to be possessive of him in public.)

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There's a mark for now, red and white, ghostly teeth marks, just the same way his blushes always look normal and pink, as long as the skin isn't broken. It might not even last long enough to turn into a proper bruise, but it's there. Jedao is panting, beaming, faintly reluctant to bring his head back up from the languid pose of having it tilted back.

"Do I get to nibble on your ears now, or should we go back to taking my shirt off? Lots more places to bite," he adds cheekily.

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"So there are," Gonou says with a wickedly thoughtful glance, and then, "Both our shirts, then you can find out how sensitive my ears are like this."

He pulls back, not far, and steals a kiss over the tooth marks before he reaches for his own shirt buttons. He's leaving Jedao's to him, not wanting to reawaken any of those frozen feelings by repeating the same action so soon.

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Jedao peels off his sweater and undershirt in a single motion, with a faint gulped breath and a moment of grimness, like a swimmer jumping all at once into cold water, or a child ripping off a band-aid. His chest is scene of long devastation, more scar than skin, overlapping tracks from every imaginable weapon and some impossible to identify. There are shiny square patches of old grafts, with scars both under and over them, a palimpsest of unknown wars. One nipple is gone entirely, and his belly and arms are dappled with outlying scars, like concentric rings around the bulls-eye of his heart, only intermittently targeted by poorer marksmen.

Gonou had some warning, feeling the more dramatic scars with his fingers, but he still feels nervous all over again, not precisely because he doesn't want Gonou to see, but just because it's so much.

"I don't remember any of them," he says quickly, balling up his shirt and sweater in his hands and then not sure what else to do with them, eyes fixed on Gonou's buttons. "They happened to - him. They don't hurt or anything, they're just...cosmetic."

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He'd guessed the scars would be bad, but they are worse than he had thought, a sprawling history of old pain from someone Jedao had only been made to look like. His eye widens as he takes them in, and then he abandons his shirt, unbuttoned but not yet pushed back over his shoulders, and leans in to kiss Jedao gently.

"I'm glad none of that happened to you," he breathes over Jedao's lips. "Does it bother you if I touch them?"

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Kissing is easy; he sighs into it with relief as much as desire. He rests his forehead against Gonou's, close, safe.

"Not really. But they still don't feel like mine, so - I don't know. I want you to touch me, not him. It's my chest, but - just don't, fixate on them, I guess?" He's not even sure what that would look like; Dhanneth mostly kept behind him.

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Gonou curls one hand around the nape of Jedao's neck, foreheads pressed together and his voice quiet between them.

"You're the one I love," he murmurs. "I don't even know him; I only want to touch you." He brushes his free hand down over Jedao's ribs and the planes of his belly, not stopping anywhere the texture changed from smooth skin to scar to graft, ending with his fingers pressed against the waistband of Jedao's pants.

"Is that good?" he murmurs, stealing another kiss.

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He shudders through the declaration, breathes under the long touch, overwhelmed in the best way.

"Perfect," he breathes, his heart jolting in his chest, and he kisses Gonou yet again, wet and hungry.

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For a long moment, Gonou loses himself in the kiss, his own hunger matching Jedao's.

He doesn't stop kissing as he shrugs his shirt off, sending it down to the floor with an impatient shake of one arm; his ribs are still bandaged and he'll have to be a little careful, but he heals faster with his limiters off. The pain is down to what it should have been after a few weeks instead of a few days.

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Jedao slides a hand up Gonou's arm, feeling the lines of trim muscle, then the smooth curve of his shoulder joint. Jedao strokes blindly along the line of Gonou's collarbone, still pouring himself into the kiss.

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Gonou makes a soft, pleased sound into the kiss as Jedao's hand skates over his shoulder and collarbone; the light touch raises goosebumps in its wake.

"You promised ear nibbling," he murmurs, teasing; his own hands are coming to rest on Jedao's sides, thumbs stroking over his ribs. "I'd like that."

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"Okay."

Jedao nuzzles the tips of their noses together for a moment, then shifts to get his knees under him on the bed, making him taller-enough than Gonou sitting to nuzzle comfortably against his hair for a moment. He licks the outer curve of the shell of Gonou's ear, nuzzles a little more.

"Still as sensitive?"

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Gonou shivers, catching his breath, as his hand stills on Jedao's lower ribs.

"...still sensitive," he says, voice throaty, and leans in Jedao's direction. "Maybe not as, though."

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"It's up to you," Jedao murmurs, breath warm and close. He catches the edge of Gonou's ear gingerly between his teeth, tugging gently, teasing with the tip of his tongue.

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The sharp edge of Jedao's teeth and the softness of his tongue pull another soft, hungry noise from him, and he leans in towards Jedao, reaching out to rest his hand on Jedao's knee.

"I do like it," he murmurs back, a little breathless still. "But-- maybe not enough to focus on for too long in this shape." Without his limiters, that's a very different story.

Without his limiters... strangely, after all that time on the Galley with Jedao, he finds he doesn't dislike the idea of intimacy without his limiters as much as he'd expected to. It's not the right body, but it's starting to feel like it's also his.

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"I'll let you think about it," Jedao rumbles, warm and low, and then proceeds to do his very best not to let Gonou think about anything, tongue sliding around the whorl of his hear, nibbling up and down the edge, tracing and sucking, nipping lightly at the lobe and then sucking again.

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The sounds Gonou makes are ingrained by a secret affair begun in student housing: sharp breaths and soft barely-voiced groans, intimate because they are audible only in the space between the two of them. His chin tips up involuntarily, baring the line of his throat, and his hands slide down Jedao's sides, landing where they catch on the waistband of his pants, and letting his fingertips dip below it to press against the sharp line of his hipbones.

"--more," he whispers, feeling as though too much of his blood is deserting his brain for other destinations, "please?"

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"Anything you want," Jedao promises, with the recklessness of both inexperience and masochism.

He groans a little, kissing along the edge of Gonou's jaw to that offered throat, although he's more tentative with his teeth than Gonou was. He skates one hand against Gonou's hipbone in turn, touching without quite asking.