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[deuceoftears]

"Technically, my species are sequential hermaphrodites," Jedao mutters. "But I'm still pretty sure you can't get me pregnant without doing a lot of wildly unethical science on purpose, so we should be good there."

He trails his fingers back up Gonou's spine carefully.

"When I ask you to take care of me...I just like it. I like - the way you do it, it feels like proof that you want to be with me, that you - fuck, this is silly, but that you like me, not just want me. Even without Kujen messing with my head -" probably, maybe, "- I've wanted people I didn't want to want, you know? And - and done things in the heat of the moment that. I wish I hadn't done." Whatever Gonou is merciful enough to call it. "So I like - this. And I can tell you like it, too, getting to take care of me, and I want to give you that. But it doesn't mean you have to know everything about being with men."

Jedao cups the back of Gonou's neck, strokes the sinews there. "I promise I'll teach you how to take care of me any way you want to, okay? But there's nothing to be worried about. I trust you. And anything you don't know, I trust you to ask, and listen. And we'll figure it out. Yeah?"

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"You'd make a very attractive woman, too, but I'm glad we don't have to worry about birth control," Gonou murmurs, leaning his forehead against Jedao's and letting his eyes slip half-closed. The hand on his neck is -- surprisingly soothing, though he wouldn't have said he was tense, before.

Perhaps he had been, a little.

"And-- it's not silly. I do like you, you know. I liked you before anything else." His hands settle, overlapping, at the small of Jedao's back, his thumb rubbing absent little circles into the skin. "And I trust you to tell me what you want."

He pulls away just enough to give Jedao a small, slightly wicked smile, meeting his gaze. "In fact, maybe you should just talk me through it once or twice...? Next time."

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"Is that so," Jedao murmurs, his voice deepening, the sway of his accent getting a little thicker. That trembles on the verge of being a two-syllable word.

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"Immediate feedback is the best way to learn," Gonou says in his most innocent tone, and kisses him, slow and sweet.

Then he reaches over to recover the washcloth from the bowl and splat it against the back of Jedao's neck.

"But I wasn't done!"

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Jedao can feel the rag coming but doesn't realize until it hits how cool the water still feels against his warm skin; he shrieks and wriggles obligingly.

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Gonou laughs, letting the last of his tension dissolve away as he puts a hand on Jedao's chest to push him gently back down to the mattress. He had been mostly done cleaning Jedao up; a few more swipes of the washcloth clean away the last of it, and he hands it across to Jedao despite the way he feels a sudden spike of nervous vulnerability at the idea of letting someone else clean him up.

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Jedao leans up to kiss him again as he takes it, slow and sweet.

"You're so beautiful, you know?" he murmurs, nudging Gonou onto his side and gently swiping his belly clean first, eyes still on Gonou's face, rather than the scar there. "I want to kiss your calves and your collarbones all over. I want to bite your butt and see if you make that noise again."

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Pliant, Gonou allows himself to be nudged, smiling at Jedao, helplessly fond. His ears are warming at the praise. He doesn't think he's beautiful, but he's also never spent time thinking about the attractiveness of his calves.

"I don't know what noise I'll make. You should try it and find out," he murmurs.

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"You made a nice one when I squeezed it," Jedao muses, gently lifting Gonou's cock to wipe it clean as well, giving a casual, appreciative stroke while he's there. He's aware of the cascading innuendos, scurrying in multiple directions like a rats caught in the pantry, but keeps his voice completely mild and sincere.

"Perhaps something similar."

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Gonou's breath catches, his cock twitching in Jedao's grip; it takes him a moment to reply in a voice that's dropped half an octave and gone considerably throatier.

"Now you're teasing..."

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"Is it still teasing if I mean it?" Jedao asks, eyes twinkling, gently washing Gonou's sac and thighs, even though they aren't half as messy as his were.

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Gonou lets his legs fall a little further open, flush working its way blotchily down to his chest.

"Maybe not," he concedes.

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"Because I do. I mean it very much," Jedao promises, scooting down a little, leaning over to drop a soft kiss against Gonou's sternum.

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"You'll spoil me," Gonou says, sliding one hand into Jedao's short bristle of hair and letting the strands catch between his fingers. His voice is still low and throaty, but there's a note of fondness to it, too.

And uncertainty. It's an unfamiliar dynamic, being taken care of and indulged; he doesn't quite know how to handle it, even as he finds it -- strangely warming.

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"I happen to think you deserve a bit of spoiling," Jedao murmurs, smiling as he tilts his head into Gonou's hand, like a cat begging for attention.

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In response, Gonou runs his fingers through Jedao's hair, nails scratching lightly across his scalp.

"I don't mind it," he murmurs, "as long as it's you."

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He sets the rag to the side, running a cool, damp hand down Gonou's flank and kissing down the centerline of his chest to his belly.

"Is this okay?"

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Gonou takes a sharp breath, the muscles of his belly rippling in a shiver under Jedao's lips. When he crosses the scar, his touch feels distant and muffled for a moment, but the sensation turns immediate again as soon as his mouth dips lower.

His cock is heavy against his thigh, half-hard already from the kisses, the scattering of innuendo; he shifts his weight, just a little, settling down on his back as he keeps his fingers moving through Jedao's hair.

"Yes," he whispers. "Please."

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Jedao settles between his legs, stroking one hand along the underside of Gonou's thigh, spreading them a little wider. He drops another kiss right at the junction of leg and groin, tongue flicking out for a tiny lick, his cheek brushing against Gonou's dick before he finally turns his head to kiss up the side of the shaft as well.

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At the touch of Jedao's hand, Gonou willingly lets his legs spread wider, a groan catching in his throat at the flicker of tongue and brush of cheek. He tosses his free hand across his mouth as Jedao moves his lips to even more sensitive skin, catching the skin on the back of his hand between his teeth as his fingers tighten a little, encouragingly, in Jedao's hair.

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"You can pull," Jedao tells him, breath ghosting over the head of Gonou's cock. "As much as you want."

He slides his mouth over the head, sucking gently, eyes falling shut as he moans.

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Even without Jedao's permission, Gonou would have ended up pulling his hair just then; his hand clenches hard in the soft strands and he makes a strangled sound through his teeth as he barely restrains himself from arching up off the bed. The wet heat of his mouth is shockingly good, almost too much, and Gonou can feel the faint vibration of his moan in soft lips and tongue.

Since he does have Jedao's permission, he doesn't let his hand fly guiltily open when he realizes what he's doing, only loosens his grip enough to avoid pinning his head in place.

"You feel so good," he whispers, letting his hand fall away from his mouth to grip the bedsheets.

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Jedao whimpers in pleasure at the bright sting across his scalp. He had nebulous ambitions of trying to do something fancy with his tongue, but instead he just sinks farther down on Gonou's cock, swallows as much as he can, to better savor feeling Gonou stiffen in his mouth from half-hard to full.

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The rush of sensation is overwhelming; Gonou's lightheaded with it, both his hands tightening again as the wave of it rolls over him. Up his spine to crash against his brain in little firework-bursts of pleasure; down again in a ripple of tension that ends by curling his toes hard against Jedao's sides. He's hard again already, and although he's trying to keep still, he can't help one tiny hitch of his hips that rubs the head of his cock against the yielding muscle of Jedao's tongue.

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Jedao groans deep in his chest, leaning into it and taking Gonou deeper. He opens his eyes and reaches out to stroke Gonou's hipbone with his fingertips, wordless reassurance and encouragement. He tries to meet Gonou's eyes despite the angle, his mouth trying to grin as much as he can around his mouthful. He likes it; he likes all of it; he likes it so much.