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[deuceoftears]

"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.

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Words are deserting him as he loses himself in sensation, nipping Jedao's lower lip gently as he pulls back from the kiss. He wraps his hand around Jedao's cock, strokes once, his own calluses catching a little on the suede-soft skin. Too dry for comfort, he thinks, and lifts his hand to spit into it unselfconsciously, reaching down once more to work him with his newly slick palm.

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"Put your fingers in my mouth," Jedao murmurs, chasing more kisses, groaning deep in his chest as he's touched, not sure if he's demanding or begging. He digs short fingernails into the meat of Gonou's shoulderblades, pushing into Gonou's touch as much as he can with the other man's weight on top of him.

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Demand or plea, Gonou is happy to comply; he shifts his weight slightly, grinding down against Jedao as he pulls his hand away and presses his fingers against Jedao's lower lip.

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Jedao doesn't bother to tease, just opens and swallows around them, his tongue laving and swirling between each one, getting them as wet as he can. He starts off deliberately meeting Gonou's eyes, sucking and drooling with shameless, aggressive enthusiasm, but the act itself makes him moan and twitch and leak against Gonou's stomach, and at some point his eyelids start to lower as he loses himself in the pleasure of it.

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Gonou bites off a brief groan, full-voiced, as Jedao's tongue curls around his fingers; he pushes two fingers further into Jedao's mouth, heavy against his tongue. He watches with hunger-darkened, unblinking gaze as Jedao slides from his first, deliberately seductive stare to moaning distraction. The muscles of his stomach clench and ripple in response as he feels those involuntary twitches, for a drawn-out moment before he wants too badly to wait any longer.

He pulls his hand away from Jedao's mouth, leaning in to kiss him hard as he reaches down to slick his own cock first with his wet hand, then puts a hand on Jedao's thigh to press his legs together as he pushes between them. His breath stutters, and his hips stutter too, thrusting against hot velvet skin as he lets his hand slip back over to wrap around Jedao's erection and stroke roughly.

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Jedao flexes his thighs on purpose, toes curling involuntarily. His hands stroke and scratch and scrabble over Gonou's back. He's making low, hungry, almost-bewildered noises into the kiss, which is ferocious and wonderful and saves him from yearning after Gonou's fingers, as he does his best to drink Gonou down through his mouth instead.

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The kiss is messy, devouring; Gonou is dizzy with the sheer overwhelming sensation of wanting and being wanted in turn. Jedao's hungry mouth on his, the hands clawing at his back and the way his legs flex and tighten-- he feels surrounded, feels borderless, as though their edges might overlap and blur in the heat building between them.

His lips are clumsy, half-missing Jedao's mouth as he pants for breath; he won't last long, he knows, but even as he feels the tension low in his belly wind tighter, he's trying to resist the inevitable release.

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He loves being able to feel the building frenzy in Gonou's body, the wildness and desperation of it, the surging physical drive.

"Yeah," Jedao breathes, a rough slipshod rumble between sloppy kisses. "Give it to me, take me, need you..."

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Gonou cries out, wordless and raw, as pleasure breaks over him and he comes with a few last ragged thrusts between Jedao's thighs. His hand stills on Jedao's cock for a long moment as he shudders through it, but then begins moving again, fast and demanding even as his weight settles on Jedao's chest.

"Come for me," he whispers against Jedao's jaw, lips grazing skin; he's still shivering, overstimulated and still wanting.

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Jedao feels stunned in the best way by Gonou's climax, hypersensitive to it, like the pleasure is overflowing through him and into Jedao along with the hot splash of come between his legs. Knowing that he's done that, made Gonou feel like that, shudder like that, moan like that, ripples all over him like electricity, like light, like deep subharmonic vibrations. It's unbearably good, and it ratchets everything in him tight, so that he's so close, so close.

"Bite me again," Jedao gasps, yearning for it, needing it, the surge of breath in his chest making the skin of his chest press closer where Gonou is crushing perfectly on top of him.