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.
He holds him closer and deepens that kiss in a lazy, leisurely sort of come
down. "Will you stay a while?" he mutters. The exhaustion had been kept at
bay, for a price, but it returns tenfold now, seeping into his bones, and
instead of supporting him, he leans against him more.
Jedao keeps his hands on Iago to guide him and ground him, but the weight of the world falls away as Iago floats, suspended, a dandelion seed on the air. Jedao nudges him onto the bed, gently letting him settle back into the weight of earth. Then he takes a handkerchief and carefully cleans them off, first Iago and then himself.
It's disorienting in a pleasant way this time, unlike the strangeness from
the festival. He feels - more comfortable this way, at least.
He sits up and just takes off the shirt, tossing it to the side. It would
need to be actually cleaned.
He's scarred along his back and chest, some from war, some from stupidity
in his younger years, some from torture, but he's too tired to be self
conscious of any of it. He just settles on the pillow...strangely grateful
for the attention.
He cleans Iago's hand, at least, and tucks himself back into his pants. He leans over Iago and presses a soft kiss to a scar just below his shoulder, then settles into the bed beside him, draping a warm arm around his waist.
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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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Date: 2025-03-29 06:17 am (UTC)"Lovely," he murmurs in return.
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Date: 2025-03-29 12:20 pm (UTC)He holds him closer and deepens that kiss in a lazy, leisurely sort of come down. "Will you stay a while?" he mutters. The exhaustion had been kept at bay, for a price, but it returns tenfold now, seeping into his bones, and instead of supporting him, he leans against him more.
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Date: 2025-03-29 04:05 pm (UTC)"May I lift you?" he asks, more conscientious about using his moth powers on Iago than he had been the night before.
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Date: 2025-03-29 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-29 04:42 pm (UTC)"There you are, my dear."
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Date: 2025-03-29 04:49 pm (UTC)It's disorienting in a pleasant way this time, unlike the strangeness from the festival. He feels - more comfortable this way, at least.
He sits up and just takes off the shirt, tossing it to the side. It would need to be actually cleaned.
He's scarred along his back and chest, some from war, some from stupidity in his younger years, some from torture, but he's too tired to be self conscious of any of it. He just settles on the pillow...strangely grateful for the attention.
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Date: 2025-03-29 05:07 pm (UTC)"Go to sleep, beautiful."
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