"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 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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Date: 2025-03-29 05:18 pm (UTC)He slides an arm around him in turn and holds him close, strangely glad for his presence. "I will, tesoro."
He is asleep in moments, his breathing even and his pleasant dreams unbothered.