"Only if you promise the same," he says with a laugh.
He lets his feet land on the floor and threads his fingers experimentally
through Jedao's hair, pushing it back from his face.
He follows Jedao's guidances, unconcerned with the position they end up in
now. In an effort to blend in more, he's in blessedly loose jeans, and the
button is relatively simple to undo. He does, however, offer assistance. He
leans back, revealing a touch of scarred skin along his hips and stomach,
though he doesn't immediately offer more.
"Would you like me to be rough? Be just a little careless with my teeth?" Jedao asks, hands quickly tugging open the button and zipper, reaching inside to free Iago's cock from his underwear, giving him a few dry, rough strokes to gauge his reaction.
"No," he tells him, though it's said with an almost breathless sigh. "No, be kind to me."
He leans one hand back, propping himself up, and the other stays in Jedao's hair, gently gripping the nape of his neck for a few seconds before he loosens his grip. It's a reflexive movement, mirroring the want that is so plainly obvious now.
"Be mean to me," Jedao coos, echoing Iago's cadence with a wicked smile as he places soft, sweet kisses along the side of his cock. "Pull as much as you want. I like the pain." His breath is hot and warm and close; he kisses right under the head; his tongue flicks out and laps over the tip.
"You can make me work for it. Or you can fuck my face, hard as you like," Jedao offers, promises. Then he finally wraps his mouth around Iago in earnest, swallowing half of it in a single motion, and sucks.
One day, Iago thinks he'd like Jedao to just talk to him like that.
He's sure that, even with no touch, he could find himself in the throes of
blissful pleasure.
He shudders, swearing softly in his language, the vision of Jedao's mouth
on him almost more enticing than the heat itself. His fingers tighten in
his hair, but he allows him, for the moment, to go at his own pace. He
arches up into his mouth, remembering his sweet promises.
Jedao moans around him as Iago pushes deeper into his mouth, tongue sliding and teasing, throat relaxing to let him further in, Jedao's eyelashes fluttering half-closed in pleasure.
He really does make a beautiful portrait, and Iago can't help but admire
him like one might do to a da Vinci. Still, it makes his blood run hot and
he breathes out a moan.
"Oh you are - "
He bites his lip. "Exquisite."
But he wants more. He wants control and with permission freely given, he
doesnt have to worry about those pesky details. He just uses that grip to
push him deeper, to pull and twist and yank back.
Jedao groans deep in his throat, shudders as Iago starts taking him, but doesn't flinch even for a moment, doesn't try to pull away. As promised, he doesn't choke, no matter how deep Iago pulls his head down. His throat relaxes, flutters, gulps and swallows, teases the head of Iago's cock with his own hunger, his own need. He can't smile with his mouth but he smiles with his eyes, lashes raising again to let him meet Iago's gaze, his eyes crinkled at the corner with delight, basking and savoring in being fucked, his mouth used for Iago's pleasure.
One of his hands rests lightly on Iago's thigh, but the other slips down to his own aching cock, slowly enough to telegraph the motion, to give Iago the opportunity to forbid or encourage, as he pleases.
Jedao whines softly, wiggles - mostly from the shoulders, with Iago holding his head still - and puts the spare hand behind his back obediently, even as he lets Iago hear and feel how badly he wants it. He sits up a little on his knees, taking Iago just a little bit deeper, throat working as Jedao tries to swallow around him, to urge him on.
There's something in the way he squirms, in how he moves and begs without ever voicing a word that Iago finds absolutely enthralling. He can't keep his eyes from him.
He moves him not faster but harder, using his mouth for his own filthy sort of pleasure, and it is only a moment before he's panting his name, a soft warning for what's to come. A brief decision later and he gives him what he had asked for, spilling down his throat.
Jedao gasps and whimpers, tiny cut-off sounds fluttering and vanishing as Iago fills his throat, his core trembling slightly in sheer desperate desire. His fingers dig into Iago's thigh like he has nothing else to cling to, a muffled wail smothered in his chest as Iago comes, as he desperately fights not to finish just from that, bare toes curling behind him and tiny panting wisps of breath coming through his nose as he holds back from his climax, as ordered. He halfway feels like the orgasm happened anyway, the overwhelming rush of pleasure only deflected rather than halted, shuddering through his lungs and liver and the hot pulse in his throat, rather than his own stiff, trapped, aching cock.
He settles gradually in the lazy hazy molasses seconds afterward, even as his hips twitch faintly, hungry and helpless, his mind gone pleasantly blank, his throat slack and relaxed, his mouth still gently sucking, his awareness sunk deep in the simple physical, sensory pleasure of savoring the warm soft weight still in his mouth.
His fingers relax twitches at a time, like ice thawing around his bones. He
strokes Jedao's hair, massaging through the pulls and tangles he made, an
absent gesture as his heart hammers in his chest.
The warm wetness of Jedao's mouth is a half step from too much, but it's an
important half step on the side of still pleasurable, so he doesn't move
just yet. The exhaustion looks distant in his mind, but he isn't going to
leave him wanting. He trails fingers along the edges of his ear.
"Can I touch you?" he wonders aloud, voice barely above a whisper, like
anything louder would shatter him completely.
He doesn't pull off to speak, doesn't move at all without being told to, but meets Iago's eyes with an expression of sweet, hazy-happy acceptance of whatever Iago decides next.
"Mmmhmm," Jedao hums, contentedly affirmative, another soft shiver rippling through him at the delicate touch on his ear.
Instead of pulling him to the bed, encouraging him up, Iago pulls away from him and slides down onto the floor in front of him. His knees spread and he leans close to cup his jaw.
"You look good that way," he murmurs, showering his face with shallow kisses.
He leaves his jeans open, though he's tucked himself neatly back into them,
and sets to work touching Jedao instead. "I dont have much experience with
my lips around a man," he admits. "I am learning here. But at home...small
touches in the dark, where no one could see, though..."
He presses a kiss just below his ear, fingers sneaking down between Jedao's
legs. "I would have one hand over my mouth, lest anyone hear me. They would
do the same. His body against mine, the moon the only witness to the
pleasure we took in snatches of freedom."
Jedao gasps as Iago touches him, bites his lip, rocks into it, his own jeans painfully tight, his awareness of it suddenly blossoming.
He turns his face and makes a low, yearning, half-wounded sound at Iago's confession, helplessly reminded of Dhanneth, their illegal assignation brazen before the cameras, the closest thing to true intimacy pressed between their bare hands, hidden by their bodies, secret treason planned in light taps, caresses in drum code. He doesn't want to think of Dhanneth.
"I'm mad for hands," Jedao confesses instead, in a shuddering whisper. "Just touch me, please."
He happily obliges him, keeping lips to his neck as he unfastens his jeans and slides a hand inside. He coaxes him out, savoring the weight of his cock in his palm.
He strokes him slowly, listening to him, wanting to make him feel just as good as Iago had.
Jedao moans, soft and heartfelt and messy, head tipping back as he quivers under the slow, steady touch.
"Yes - I - assuming you mean to tease," Jedao allows, accuses, teases, gasps, the strain of desire and the wry affection of knowing that Iago likes to put him under strain just as much as Jedao likes to wriggle on that hook.
He does and his soft laugh confirms it. But they are, as Jedao put it, early in their courtship and most of what he wants will stay in his imagining and fantasy.
"This is not a tease," he promises and warns and laughs and plays in return. But he does bring his hand away, runs his tongue along his palm obscenely, then wraps his hand around his cock again, steoking him in earnest.
"I can't help that I am enjoying this moment far too much."
"Because I'm so pretty," Jedao prompts, brightly and shamelessly, grinning and arching into Iago's hand, panting softly. Go on, he means. Tell him more about how much Iago is enjoying this.
"You are not simply pretty. You are beautiful," he mutters, breath warm on
his ear, even as he keeps his hand moving. "Like the first touch of summer
on a frozen river."
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Date: 2025-03-28 05:36 pm (UTC)"Only if you promise the same," he says with a laugh.
He lets his feet land on the floor and threads his fingers experimentally through Jedao's hair, pushing it back from his face.
He follows Jedao's guidances, unconcerned with the position they end up in now. In an effort to blend in more, he's in blessedly loose jeans, and the button is relatively simple to undo. He does, however, offer assistance. He leans back, revealing a touch of scarred skin along his hips and stomach, though he doesn't immediately offer more.
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Date: 2025-03-28 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-28 05:48 pm (UTC)He leans one hand back, propping himself up, and the other stays in Jedao's hair, gently gripping the nape of his neck for a few seconds before he loosens his grip. It's a reflexive movement, mirroring the want that is so plainly obvious now.
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Date: 2025-03-28 05:59 pm (UTC)"You can make me work for it. Or you can fuck my face, hard as you like," Jedao offers, promises. Then he finally wraps his mouth around Iago in earnest, swallowing half of it in a single motion, and sucks.
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Date: 2025-03-28 06:04 pm (UTC)One day, Iago thinks he'd like Jedao to just talk to him like that. He's sure that, even with no touch, he could find himself in the throes of blissful pleasure.
He shudders, swearing softly in his language, the vision of Jedao's mouth on him almost more enticing than the heat itself. His fingers tighten in his hair, but he allows him, for the moment, to go at his own pace. He arches up into his mouth, remembering his sweet promises.
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Date: 2025-03-28 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-28 06:29 pm (UTC)He really does make a beautiful portrait, and Iago can't help but admire him like one might do to a da Vinci. Still, it makes his blood run hot and he breathes out a moan.
"Oh you are - "
He bites his lip. "Exquisite."
But he wants more. He wants control and with permission freely given, he doesnt have to worry about those pesky details. He just uses that grip to push him deeper, to pull and twist and yank back.
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Date: 2025-03-28 06:36 pm (UTC)One of his hands rests lightly on Iago's thigh, but the other slips down to his own aching cock, slowly enough to telegraph the motion, to give Iago the opportunity to forbid or encourage, as he pleases.
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Date: 2025-03-28 07:00 pm (UTC)Theres so much communication, so many words, in that one look, and Iago closes his eyes, just briefly, as pleasure pools in his belly.
He breathes out, his hand moving faster as he catches sight of Jedao's own.
"Don't," he demands in a rumble of a purr. "Don't finish yourself. Leave that for me."
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Date: 2025-03-28 07:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-28 07:34 pm (UTC)He moves him not faster but harder, using his mouth for his own filthy sort of pleasure, and it is only a moment before he's panting his name, a soft warning for what's to come. A brief decision later and he gives him what he had asked for, spilling down his throat.
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Date: 2025-03-28 07:54 pm (UTC)He settles gradually in the lazy hazy molasses seconds afterward, even as his hips twitch faintly, hungry and helpless, his mind gone pleasantly blank, his throat slack and relaxed, his mouth still gently sucking, his awareness sunk deep in the simple physical, sensory pleasure of savoring the warm soft weight still in his mouth.
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Date: 2025-03-28 07:59 pm (UTC)His fingers relax twitches at a time, like ice thawing around his bones. He strokes Jedao's hair, massaging through the pulls and tangles he made, an absent gesture as his heart hammers in his chest.
The warm wetness of Jedao's mouth is a half step from too much, but it's an important half step on the side of still pleasurable, so he doesn't move just yet. The exhaustion looks distant in his mind, but he isn't going to leave him wanting. He trails fingers along the edges of his ear.
"Can I touch you?" he wonders aloud, voice barely above a whisper, like anything louder would shatter him completely.
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Date: 2025-03-28 08:11 pm (UTC)"Mmmhmm," Jedao hums, contentedly affirmative, another soft shiver rippling through him at the delicate touch on his ear.
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Date: 2025-03-28 08:15 pm (UTC)"You look good that way," he murmurs, showering his face with shallow kisses.
"I would do that a hundred times over."
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Date: 2025-03-28 08:22 pm (UTC)"Anytime," he laughs breathlessly, after a slow moment to remember how to put words together, his voice rougher and lower than before.
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Date: 2025-03-28 08:28 pm (UTC)He leaves his jeans open, though he's tucked himself neatly back into them, and sets to work touching Jedao instead. "I dont have much experience with my lips around a man," he admits. "I am learning here. But at home...small touches in the dark, where no one could see, though..."
He presses a kiss just below his ear, fingers sneaking down between Jedao's legs. "I would have one hand over my mouth, lest anyone hear me. They would do the same. His body against mine, the moon the only witness to the pleasure we took in snatches of freedom."
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Date: 2025-03-28 08:50 pm (UTC)He turns his face and makes a low, yearning, half-wounded sound at Iago's confession, helplessly reminded of Dhanneth, their illegal assignation brazen before the cameras, the closest thing to true intimacy pressed between their bare hands, hidden by their bodies, secret treason planned in light taps, caresses in drum code. He doesn't want to think of Dhanneth.
"I'm mad for hands," Jedao confesses instead, in a shuddering whisper. "Just touch me, please."
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Date: 2025-03-28 09:05 pm (UTC)He strokes him slowly, listening to him, wanting to make him feel just as good as Iago had.
"Like that?" he murmurs.
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Date: 2025-03-28 09:14 pm (UTC)"Yes - I - assuming you mean to tease," Jedao allows, accuses, teases, gasps, the strain of desire and the wry affection of knowing that Iago likes to put him under strain just as much as Jedao likes to wriggle on that hook.
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Date: 2025-03-28 09:25 pm (UTC)"This is not a tease," he promises and warns and laughs and plays in return. But he does bring his hand away, runs his tongue along his palm obscenely, then wraps his hand around his cock again, steoking him in earnest.
"I can't help that I am enjoying this moment far too much."
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Date: 2025-03-28 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-28 09:46 pm (UTC)"You are not simply pretty. You are beautiful," he mutters, breath warm on his ear, even as he keeps his hand moving. "Like the first touch of summer on a frozen river."
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Date: 2025-03-28 09:57 pm (UTC)"I've - I've never seen a frozen river," he admits, in soft little sips of breath as he rocks into the steady strokes.
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Date: 2025-03-28 10:02 pm (UTC)"How you touch me in the same way. Bring, like I said, brightness to my day."
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