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."
"Oh," he says again, a smaller sound, intimate, tender. Then again, louder and involuntary, hips jerking hungrily, a little faster, a little faster, like his body is trying to see what it can get away with, a greedy boy stealing sweets.
He kisses him again, biting at his bottom lip, pulling back so he can run
lips and teeth along his neck. His other hand wraps around to the back of
his hair, trying to yank his head back so he can have better access to his
throat.
Jedao yelps, a sharp clear eager cry, half-sobs as his body bows and his thrusts grow ragged and desperate. He wants to beg but can't seem to catch his breath; the hand he still has behind his back clenches tight, every bit of him trembling on the precipice, until Iago's teeth dig into him and he shakes apart in pleasure.
He doesn't stop until he's wrung him out, until he's certain every part of him knows nothing but pleasure. Only then does he take his hand from his hair and move it to his waist to support him.
"Beautiful," he mutters, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.
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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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Date: 2025-03-28 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-28 10:24 pm (UTC)He allows it now, lets him have what he wants, but Iago kisses him fiercely on the mouth as payment. "Let me see you fall apart," he purrs.
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Date: 2025-03-28 10:35 pm (UTC)"Hurt me," he gasps, begs, even as he thrusts faster into Iago's hand, wilder, gulping air. "Pull my hair again, pinch me, bite me -"
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Date: 2025-03-28 10:38 pm (UTC)"Gladly," he breathes.
He kisses him again, biting at his bottom lip, pulling back so he can run lips and teeth along his neck. His other hand wraps around to the back of his hair, trying to yank his head back so he can have better access to his throat.
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Date: 2025-03-29 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-29 05:53 am (UTC)"Beautiful," he mutters, pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.
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