"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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Re: the week after Eiffel leaves
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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.
Re: the week after Eiffel leaves
"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.
Re: the week after Eiffel leaves
Eventually, he lifts one arm, marveling at its limp weight, and slings it across Jedao's shoulders to hold him close.