It's a look that Jedao is extremely into, and he kisses Hakkai's sternum on his way down, settling where he can pull one of Hakkai's legs over his shoulder to get him ready.
"I love you," he answers back, stroking the long, strong line of his thigh a few times while he floats the lube over from its drawer. "I'm going to be so good to you. And keep you."
"I should deck you out in gold and garnets," Jedao suggests, eyes laughing-bright, mouth warm with grinning as he presses his fingers inside, knowing and steady. "Come home to you lounging around waiting for me."
Hakkai chuckles, breathless, as he cants his hips up for Jedao.
"Jade is more my color," he teases, voice dipping from breathy to a lower rumble. "I could steal that robe of yours and lay about in an open robe and expensive jewelry, however you like me...."
He'd last five minutes of laying about being decorative before he had to get up and scrub a toilet to make himself feel useful, and Jedao surely knows it as well as he does, but it's a charming image.
"But garnets are my color," Jedao points out, groaning softly in appreciation for the image of Hakkai in his robe like that, leaning over to kiss Hakkai's chest as he works his fingers in faster, deeper.
"Then I'll wear your garnets," Hakkai agrees, breathless as he lets his head fall back to bare the long line of his neck. Perhaps in that future, he'd wind up taking over the household if he tried to be a kept man. In this moment he's only too glad to surrender control, to open under the slick pressure of Jedao's fingers and groan as the faster pace stokes the heat growing in his belly.
"And I'll-- buy you jade-- come here, come here," he demands, one hand finding Jedao's hair to drag him up for a proper kiss.
Jedao feels feral looking at Hakkai's neck, and he cups one hand on Hakkai's thigh as he moves, right under the knee, shifts it up, pulls and presses, holding him open. He lets Hakkai guide them into the kiss, eager and messy, groaning as he lines himself up to press in.
Hakkai exhales on a long groan of his own as Jedao presses in, kissing him fiercely. His teeth scrape over Jedao's lower lip, catch and bite for a moment before his mouth goes open and pliant again, and he presses his foot against Jedao's ribs, cants his hips up so that they move together.
He doesn't know how Gojyo will react tomorrow, doesn't know if he can have his old family and his new one. But he doesn't want to lose anyone else without trying.
And at least he knows he has Jedao, no matter what happens.
Jedao moans into the kiss and rocks forward, squeezing Hakkai's thigh as he fucks in harder, fast and deep. He wants Hakkai to feel it for days, wants to give it to him so roughly it rattles the worry off his ribs.
The worry might be in Hakkai's bones, and not just on them: but he can forget it like this, can let himself be swept up in Jedao's rhythm until the heat between their bodies burns everything else away. He clenches his hand in Jedao's hair, knuckles white, and moves with each thrust to take him deeper.
Lust shakes him, building hot and low in his belly with the sweet burn of almost-too-much; his hamstrings ache as he crosses his ankles at the small of Jedao's back, his cock aches heavy against his thigh, streaking Jedao's belly with beads of leaking precome. He loves it, wants more of it, knows he will feel it for days as endorphins glitter through his bloodstream.
"Could you come like this?" Jedao growls, low between panted breaths, all in rhythm, low and close before nipping at Hakkai's earlobe. "Just like this. Just for me."
"Maybe-- I don't know--" Hakkai's response is gasped all out of rhythm, snatched gulps of speech. He yearns up towards Jedao's body, hips tilting up a fraction more. The next thrust hits just right, deep and perfect and fountaining pleasure up his spine like a firework.
His words fall apart into a cry of pleasure as he loses his shaky grip on language, and his body bucks and shivers under Jedao's, weighted down and taken, remade for pleasure instead of pain. He can come like this, he's sure he can, he wants to do as he's asked with a blissful desperation that he knows will embarrass him later-- and, even knowing better, he can't bring himself to care.
"Please," he gasps, not knowing what he's begging for. "Please-- harder--"
Hold him until he bruises, fuck him until he aches, bite him to bleeding: anything, harder, all of it.
Hakkai's reaction drives Jedao feral. He slams in again, keeping that same angle, biting him in sharp, cascading bites: his ear, his jaw, his throat.
"Mine," he growls, nails digging in hard as he grips Gonou's thigh, breathless and almost mindless. He half wants to tear Hakkai apart, like a dog with a favorite toy; he wants to leave toothmarks on all his bones. He presses with gravity, adding that little bit more to the strain of his own weight holding Hakkai apart, holding him down, so that couldn't get away, even if he wanted to, pinned, pierced, pressed, kept.
He's gasping and chanting, biting on every thrust, pressing the word into the abused skin every time he pulls back, like Hakkai is enough for him to live on, a substitute for breathing. "Mine, mine, mine -"
Hakkai cries out wordlessly as Jedao's teeth close on the skin of his throat, the sound stuttering with the force of his need: his hips yearn upwards into each thrust. Harder, more-- his hands fall to the sheets, gripping with desperate strength, and then he feels the weight press down against his body. Jedao's power pins him to the mattress, holds him still with the ease of a hand pinning a kitten, and he cries out again.
His voice breaks into a wail this time, as his body tries and fails to arch from the mattress: he's helpless, pinned perfectly where Jedao wants him, he doesn't have to--
Tension drains from his body abruptly, leaving him pliant in Jedao's hands. He shudders against each perfect thrust, each sting of teeth, time spinning out like hot sugar. When he comes between them untouched, it's the hardest he ever remembers coming in his life.
Jedao fucks him savagely through it; when he comes himself, ragged and ferocious, he imagines it feels like dying. He imagines he's been clinging onto the shreds of himself with his fingernails and they've finally torn out, the blazing agony-intensity of pleasure indescribable by any saner comparison.
He loses control of the push at the same time he loses control of the rest, and then it's only Jedao's own weight again holding Hakkai down, both of them completely boneless, shuddering and gasping in a soft heavy heap.
When the heavy force of Jedao's power spirals to nothing, it leaves Hakkai weightless in its absence: he's breathing in shuddery gulps of air, open and aching and scraped clean as a vanilla bean on its third dish. For a long time -- or, at least, it feels like a long time -- he floats there, Jedao's weight collapsed over him the only thing that keeps him from bobbing up to the ceiling and drifting away.
Eventually, he lifts one arm, marveling at its limp weight, and slings it across Jedao's shoulders to hold him close.
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"I love you," he answers back, stroking the long, strong line of his thigh a few times while he floats the lube over from its drawer. "I'm going to be so good to you. And keep you."
Re: the week after Eiffel leaves
"I've always wanted to be a kept man," he says, laughter in his voice.
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"Jade is more my color," he teases, voice dipping from breathy to a lower rumble. "I could steal that robe of yours and lay about in an open robe and expensive jewelry, however you like me...."
He'd last five minutes of laying about being decorative before he had to get up and scrub a toilet to make himself feel useful, and Jedao surely knows it as well as he does, but it's a charming image.
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"And I'll-- buy you jade-- come here, come here," he demands, one hand finding Jedao's hair to drag him up for a proper kiss.
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He doesn't know how Gojyo will react tomorrow, doesn't know if he can have his old family and his new one. But he doesn't want to lose anyone else without trying.
And at least he knows he has Jedao, no matter what happens.
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moves with each thrust to take him deeper.
Lust shakes him, building hot and low in his belly with the sweet burn of almost-too-much; his hamstrings ache as he crosses his ankles at the small of Jedao's back, his cock aches heavy against his thigh, streaking Jedao's belly with beads of leaking precome. He loves it, wants more of it, knows he will feel it for days as endorphins glitter through his bloodstream.
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Re: the week after Eiffel leaves
His words fall apart into a cry of pleasure as he loses his shaky grip on language, and his body bucks and shivers under Jedao's, weighted down and taken, remade for pleasure instead of pain. He can come like this, he's sure he can, he wants to do as he's asked with a blissful desperation that he knows will embarrass him later-- and, even knowing better, he can't bring himself to care.
"Please," he gasps, not knowing what he's begging for. "Please-- harder--"
Hold him until he bruises, fuck him until he aches, bite him to bleeding: anything, harder, all of it.
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"Mine," he growls, nails digging in hard as he grips Gonou's thigh, breathless and almost mindless. He half wants to tear Hakkai apart, like a dog with a favorite toy; he wants to leave toothmarks on all his bones. He presses with gravity, adding that little bit more to the strain of his own weight holding Hakkai apart, holding him down, so that couldn't get away, even if he wanted to, pinned, pierced, pressed, kept.
He's gasping and chanting, biting on every thrust, pressing the word into the abused skin every time he pulls back, like Hakkai is enough for him to live on, a substitute for breathing. "Mine, mine, mine -"
Re: the week after Eiffel leaves
His voice breaks into a wail this time, as his body tries and fails to arch from the mattress: he's helpless, pinned perfectly where Jedao wants him, he doesn't have to--
Tension drains from his body abruptly, leaving him pliant in Jedao's hands. He shudders against each perfect thrust, each sting of teeth, time spinning out like hot sugar. When he comes between them untouched, it's the hardest he ever remembers coming in his life.
Re: the week after Eiffel leaves
He loses control of the push at the same time he loses control of the rest, and then it's only Jedao's own weight again holding Hakkai down, both of them completely boneless, shuddering and gasping in a soft heavy heap.
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Eventually, he lifts one arm, marveling at its limp weight, and slings it across Jedao's shoulders to hold him close.