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[deuceoftears]

"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.

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Gonou's chin tips up further as Jedao's lips touch his throat, pulse leaping against the skin of his neck as he makes a bitten-off noise. His hip shifts insistently forward against Jedao's hand.

He doesn't, in fact, have a clear idea of what he wants: he knows what he enjoys in bed with a woman, but the logistics of what two men can do are fuzzy for him beyond hands and mouths.

He's rather planning to rely on Jedao for those details.

"Touch me?" he suggests softly, his thumbs rubbing over Jedao's hips in short, repeated strokes.

CW: heavy petting turning into actual sex around here

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"Yeah," Jedao breathes, running his hand lightly over the front of Gonou's pants as a final teasing, feeling the vague shape of his cock against Jedao's palm through the fabric before he tugs open the zipper. He's still pressing soft, wet kisses to Gonou's neck, interspersed with playful little bites, sharper as he gets more confident listening to the sounds Gonou makes.

Jedao's mothsense justifies several horrors of his existence by allowing him to hook two fingers into Gonou's underwear and tug them down blindly without anything tender catching before he can wrap his hand around Gonou, unearned sword callouses and all, heart hammering in his throat, and give him a slow, easy stroke..

CW: heavy petting turning into actual sex around here

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The interplay of sharp teeth and soft lips at his throat has Gonou dazed and yielding, lost in sensation: he rocks up into Jedao's hand with a stutter of breath.

"Yes," he says, half a groan, and digs his fingers harder into Jedao's skin. "Can I--?"

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"Yes," Jedao stutters, and manages to strangle the insecure, nonsensical if you want to that tries to bubble up after it. Gonou is saying yes. Gonou is asking. He's seen the black blood, even if only droplets, and he isn't disgusted. He wants to.

Jedao's hand strokes a little rougher than he means to; he feels like his ears are full of jangling bells and his chest is full of thrashing wings and fine bonsai wire wrapped around his ribs, his dick aching with desire, too dumb to understand the nuances of adrenaline, nerves and excitement mingled perfectly together like ice melted into a drink. He wants, but it still doesn't make sense for him to actually get to have this; he wants so badly that it's terrifying, each successive moment that ought to be the one when Gonou finally realizes his mistake.

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The rougher touch, the fighter's calluses are a near-match for the way Gonou's used to touching himself, and he responds to the familiar touch without thought. His hips cant up hungrily as he makes his way by touch to the button of Jedao's pants, pops it and eases the zipper down.

He cups Jedao through the fabric of his underwear first, fingers mapping the outlines of his erection before he begins to slide the underwear down in turn.

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His jaw is clenched for a few seconds, and he doesn't know why; he pants and whines against Gonou's neck, his hand still except for rubbing his thumb over the head of Gonou's cock like a luck talisman, intimate and compulsive, hyperaware of the sensations in his hand, soft hot skin, just as much as he is of Gonou's hand over his own cock. He rocks his hips, a small hungry rolling, and something knotted tight inside him pulls free after a moment, and he huffs in relief that's almost as confusion as the tension had been once his underwear is out of the way.

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"Good?" Gonou whispers, voice strained and hungry as he turns his head towards Jedao's, dropping messy open-mouthed kisses against his temple, his eyebrow, the finely arched curve of his ear. His hand curls around Jedao's erection as he eases pants and underwear down a few extra inches with his other hand, but he isn't stroking him, not yet.

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"Yeah," Jedao breathes; he feels like he's rifling through his own chest like messy sock drawer, trying to find the microbug he can just hear buzzing. It's good but he wants something to make it easier, and if he could just figure it out -

His eyelids flutter a few times as the kisses traverse his face, and he rocks a little more, sliding through Gonou's still grip.

"Can we - give me a second, let me get them all the way off?"

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"Yeah," Gonou whispers against his ear, lifting his hand away with a trailing stroke of his fingers. "Yeah - I should too -" he's reaching for his own pants now, pushing up from the bed just enough to shove them the rest of the way down over his hips to a level where he can kick them away.

On the grounds that, right now, he has more desperation than he does standards, he's not bothering to take off his socks.

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Jedao shimmies off the bed; the just slightly-too-big pants fall off easily enough to step out of, heedlessly. There's barely a half-step between them, and once they're both nude Jedao slides in, killing-close, one hand to his chip and the other to a hip. He kisses Gonou with the whole length of their bodies brushing together, shameless and electric.

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Gonou meets him with fearless grace, one hand lifting to curve around the back of his neck as he molds his body to Jedao's. He can feel his own heart beating rabbit-fast, overwhelmed at the intimacy, craving more.

As the kiss ends, he tilts his head just a little, catching Jedao's fingertip between his teeth with utter delicacy, and flicks his tongue across the pad of his finger.

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Jedao whimpers, but then presses, slowly sliding his finger deeper into Gonou's mouth, rubbing over his tongue.

"I really do want to blow you," Jedao says, despite the reverse implication as he gradually strokes his finger back and forth. His voice is low and rough but his tone is infuriatingly casual. "But right now I think we're both desperate to keep more skin contact than that." He rolls his body demonstratively, a sinuous wave that presses him against Gonou anew at every point, his dick against Gonou's thigh, Gonou's pressed against his belly.

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"Mm," Gonou agrees, eye half-lidded, and curls his tongue against Jedao's finger; a slick string of spit dampens his chin. More skin contact sounds exactly like what he wants right now, even if he has to admit that he's relieved for the way Jedao's finger pressing into his mouth saves him from having to name specifics.

He shifts against Jedao in turn, knee slipping between his to get them that fraction closer, feeling Jedao hard against his leg. Pleasure and frustration stutter through him in equal measure: it's so good, and he wants more.

CW - mention of extreme sexual S/M that resembles actual torture

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“Come back to the bed,” Jedao murmurs, after a soft moan as he pumps his hips, sliding against the sinewy muscle of Gonou’s leg.

“On top of me, like before, so you can fuck my thighs.” Jedao wouldn’t mind being fucked dry, he thinks, but Dhanneth never did it even when he had Jedao half skinned beneath him, so Jedao is pretty sure that in real life that’s uncomfortable for the top, too, even if Jedao were willing to pressure Gonou into hurting him like that, which he isn’t. Thighs would be better with something slick, but doable without it, and it means they don’t have to stop.

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Gonou makes a soft sound around Jedao's finger at that suggestion, and lets it slip from his mouth with one last brush of teeth.

"Yes," he whispers softly, "let's," and presses Jedao back towards the bed with gentle urgency. It fits what he's wanting exactly: skin to skin everywhere, able to kiss and touch and hold Jedao the whole time. Able to hold him down and keep him safe.

He'll follow Jedao down to the mattress, kissing a line along his jaw and down his throat.

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“Also, you can put me where you want me,” Jedao breathes, with a glinting smile and another quick rock of his hips as he lets himself be nudged, sprawling back on the bed and reaching to half pull Gonou down after him, half support him so he doesn’t jostle anything on the way down.

“Anytime. I like that.”

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"Can I?" Gonou murmurs, following Jedao down to the bed without letting him get too far away. He catches himself on one hand, planted just above Jedao's shoulder, and smiles down at him, half tender and half predatory intensity.

"Good," he says, and grabs his pillow to tuck it underneath Jedao's head, leaning down for a passionate kiss as he drags that free hand down slowly from Jedao's neck towards his cock.

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The urge to wrap his legs around Gonou's hips after all, to just tell him to go for it and get fucked drowns him for a moment; he gasps and moans deeply into the kiss, one of his hands clutching in Gonou's hair and the other splaying over his back.

"Yes," Jedao mumbles, half actual answer, half pure exclamation. He strokes his hand down Gonou's spine.