"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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
"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.
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.
"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.
"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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The warmth in Jedao's gaze and the gentle tracery of his fingertips across Gonou's hip look like encouragement, urging him on to keep moving. Gonou's soft groan mirrors Jedao's, and he loosens his grip to make sure Jedao can move away if he needs to before moving again, a lazy slow arch up into the heat of Jedao's mouth.
And if Jedao does like that as much as Gonou does, he'll do it again and again, stumbling into an urgent rhythm as he leaks into Jedao's mouth and sweet tension starts to build again low in his belly.
Jedao moans almost continuously, a soft tremor of the breath he doesn't really need. He moves into the roll of Gonou's hips, until he's swallowing Gonou's cock completely. It's overwhelming in the best way, the pressure deep in his throat a relentless sensation that makes it hard to think, hard to be aware of anything but the heat and weight in his mouth, the dizzying knowledge that he gets to to do this, to have Gonou inside him. He loves it, needs it, has to get a hand on himself just for relief, already desperately hard again just from sucking Gonou.
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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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"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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"I don't know what noise I'll make. You should try it and find out," he murmurs.
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"Perhaps something similar."
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"Now you're teasing..."
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"Maybe not," he concedes.
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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 don't mind it," he murmurs, "as long as it's you."
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"Is this okay?"
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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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He slides his mouth over the head, sucking gently, eyes falling shut as he moans.
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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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And if Jedao does like that as much as Gonou does, he'll do it again and again, stumbling into an urgent rhythm as he leaks into Jedao's mouth and sweet tension starts to build again low in his belly.
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CW: brief weird gore fantasies
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