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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.

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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.

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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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Gonou cranes his head up from the bed, watching with his pupil blown wide as Jedao swallows him to the root on each thrust, as he reaches down to touch himself and moans with his mouth full. It's shockingly erotic.

He lets the bedsheets go, reaching down to catch the hand that's still on his thigh, to twine their fingers together and cling with desperate strength as he comes with a few last ragged thrusts and a hoarse shout.

This orgasm rips through him with a force that leaves him collapsing to the mattress, boneless and dazed but still holding on to Jedao's hand.

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He wasn't actually sure if he'd be alright with swallowing, but ended up far too caught up in the act to worry about it. It's fine, though: Gonou finishes deep enough in his throat that he bypasses taste almost entirely. Jedao feels a rush of warm satisfaction instead, knowing he did that.

Jedao squeezes Gonou's hand and doesn't pull off immediately; there's something unbearably, wonderfully tender about continuing to suck as he feels Gonou soften.

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Jedao's mouth still on him blends into the warm post-orgasmic haze at first, hot and wet in lingering intimacy, but it begins to tip over into too much sooner than Gonou wants it to. A muscle jumps in his thigh.

"--too sensitive," he manages, and tugs insistently at Jedao's hand. "Come up here?"

He's not sure he has it in him to get out of bed again tonight, but he very much wants Jedao in his arms.

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He draws off slowly, cheeks pink in the aftermath, now that he's thinking again instead of just feeling. He hides his face against Gonou's thigh for a moment, takes a shuddering breath and leaves a soft scatter of kisses there before crawling back up over Gonou's body. He's careful never to put any weight on his ribs, although he ducks down for a deep, fierce kiss before carefully settling in beside him, his own renewed erection rocking against Gonou's hip.

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Gonou returns the kiss, open-mouthed and pliant, and rolls back onto his side as Jedao settles next to him. He can taste himself in Jedao's mouth, musky and a little bitter. It's not so bad, he thinks, tongue flicking over his lips; he'd like to find out how Jedao tastes, next time.

"You're so good," he murmurs, stealing another kiss as he throws a proprietary arm over Jedao's waist. He shifts his hip forward, nudging against Jedao's erection, and adds with a little smile, "How should we take care of this?"

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He's aware, at least, that the reflexive self-deprecation of you don't have to probably wouldn't go over well. Gonou isn't Mahar; Jedao doesn't repulse him, and his desire isn't an imposition. Still, it's hard to think.

"However you want?" he says instead.

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"I want," Gonou says, and hesitates, flushing as he meets Jedao's gaze. "...I want to feel you. Like this-" he nudges his knee between Jedao's, pressing his thigh up against the hard line of his cock- "or between my thighs from behind...?"

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"Ah -" Jedao rocks into it, sliding against sweat-damp skin, whimpering for a moment. "Like this? I like - seeing you." Seeing Gonou's face, even though neither of them can seem to stop blushing. It feels safer, feels - known, wanted.

"And you could mark me up some more," he offers, a little bit cheekily.

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"Mm," Gonou agrees, stretching out to press himself against Jedao from shoulder to ankle. "Yes -- just like this."

He steals a kiss, quick and light, and then nips just under the angle of Jedao's jaw.

"I want to leave marks where they'll show," he whispers, his breath hot against the marks of his teeth, and seals his mouth against the skin again for a long moment, sucking hard enough to bring blood rushing to it. "I want everyone to know what we're doing."

No shame -- no secrets.

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"That I'm yours," Jedao breathes in between little gasps. He doesn't know if they can get the marks to last, but he doesn't want to ruin the fantasy for either of them by wittering about it; it'll work or it doesn't.

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"That you're mine," Gonou agrees fiercely, and moves down a few inches, setting his teeth into unmarked skin for the space of a long breath before he whispers, "And I'm yours."