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[laughingandlyric]

[Staying in place for a few moments, to feel his hand through his hair, Jehan shifted after to crawl up beside him and kiss the corner of his mouth, and to press himself a little nearer to the warmth of the other body.]

Spoiling a lover is a noble goal in life... [Muttered, into his cheek.]

[affablecharm]

[He easily slipped that arm around him to draw him closer, laughing a little hoarsely and smiling.]

Then you'll allow me to when I've recovered, won't you?

[He turned to look at him better, smiling and stealing a proper kiss.]

[laughingandlyric]

[He returned that breathless laugh and tried not to make any too-eager movements at the idea, instead returning the kiss full-on...

And, okay, pressing against him a little bit.]

I think that's acceptable, cher.

[affablecharm]

[Lazy kisses were some of Courfeyrac's favorites... but for right now, feeling Jehan press against him like that, all he could think of was returning the favor...

With a soft groan, he nudged him a little, pushing him onto his back and pressing for another kiss... and another on his neck. And another. He wanted Jehan to completely melt before he got to the good part.]

[laughingandlyric]

[The sudden weight on top of him made him groan and flex lightly beneath him, greedily returning the initial kiss... Then reaching up to hold onto his shoulders, breath hitching at the subsequent kisses.]

Rey...

[affablecharm]

[Nipping here, sucking there... He idly dragged his tongue along Jehan's neck and up to his earlobe, breathing hot air against him.]

I want to leave a mark.

[Just one to easily cover, he thought of adding as he nipped at his earlobe. It was a request for permission, mostly. Because maybe he'd leave one on his neck... or further down. But with the way he moved to drag his teeth across the pulse point on Jehan's neck, it was probably, mostly, the former.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Just hearing him say so... it was almost more of a turn on than the way his tongue was dragging along his skin. Sinking back a little into the mattress, he let out a hot puff of air and tried not to outright whine.]

...Do it.

[Less permission; more of a demand. Especially considering what he was doing with his teeth...]

[affablecharm]

[Searching for the most sensitive spot on Jehan's neck that he could find, testing for reactions with his teeth and tongue, he settled there and nipped at his skin a little harder now. Sucking to leave his mark, he pulled away when he was certain it would form, he soothed it with his tongue and moved on.

To leave another one where his neck and shoulder meet.]

[laughingandlyric]

[It was almost unbearable.

It was his turn to curse, pads of his fingers digging into his shoulder at a clutch as his hips pressed up, eagerly, with each ministration of his mouth. Eyes closing tightly, the cursing subsided into murmuring, and he didn't have the focus to even pay attention to forming real words when his mouth was on his shoulder.

He was unfairly skilled... not that he was going to complain.]

[affablecharm]

[There might have been a small smile into his skin when he felt Jehan's fingers digging into his shoulder. To hear Jehan curse like that, though, was beautiful... and even better as it became less and less coherent. That was definitely the plan.

Lighter, open mouthed kisses trailed down his chest as Courf's hands pressed against Jehan's hips to keep them from moving up too much.... And as soon as he was raking his teeth across his ribs, Courfeyrac's fingers trailed their way slowly to Jehan's length, wrapping around it just enough to tease as he went to leave a mark near his hipbone.]

[laughingandlyric]

[It took all of his willpower not to move. He let out the pent up need by balling fists against the bed sheets instead, gasping when Courfeyrac's mouth found its way to an especially sensitive spot in time with his hand. Biting hard into his lower lip, he dared a glance down at him... and had to groan again.

Unfairly skilled and unfairly gorgeous.]

[affablecharm]

[The patience of a saint right now, since he's already had his release. As much as he wants to hear Jehan make all the same noises, he wants to take his time with it too. A sharp nip in wake of the mark he left, he propped himself up on his other elbow as his fingers moved up and down and tested different spots for whatever was the most sensitive.

Two could play at that game from earlier. Licking his lips, he eagerly watched for any response from him as he continued. Slowly, methodically.]

[laughingandlyric]

[It was almost torturous, Reynaud had been right. Every time his thumb kneaded a spot that sent a jolt through him, Jehan couldn't help but make a low whine, toes curling. He did manage to have frame of mind enough to pry one hand from the covers to shakily reach down to tangle into his hair when he prepped himself up, and he only tugged a little bit, by accident, when Rey's palm dragged over a particularly sensitive portion, all-too-slowly.]

[affablecharm]

[Jehan will learn in time that Reynaud can be right sometimes. Rarely. Still, he soaked in those whines, and when Jehan tugged on his hair? He let out little puffs of hair before repeating the motion, a little faster.

After mapping out those sensitive spots, he slowly swirled his tongue over the head before finding those spots and dragging his tongue over them just as slowly. Remembering techniques Jehan had earlier used as well as trying out some that came to mind.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Just so long as he didn't rub it in... well, or at least not as painfully as all this.

But it was certainly worth it. It was useless to try to watch him anymore after his tongue made its debut, because that's when his eyes had to squeeze shut. ...Which only made each new attention even more surprising, and bracing.

Even if he'd made Courfeyrac suffer first, he'd surely been suffering lover at this point, so he couldn't help but give a soft 'please, Rey' under his breath. He could usually go very, very slow. But this was testing even him.]

[affablecharm]

[At the plea, he couldn't help but give in. He moved to take Jehan into his mouth, moving slowly at first before taking up speed to Jehan's liking, paying attention to the sounds he made.

It was all he could do to pay Jehan back for how he'd helped him find his peak earlier.]

[laughingandlyric]

[He gave a low pant and uncoiled some when Rey's mouth was on him, shuddering just a little and making appreciative noises when he found the right pace. The hand on his head threaded through his hair haphazardly and he tried very hard to lay still like that.]

You're amazing... [Muttered, already close from the over-stimulation over too-long a period.]

[affablecharm]

[He didn't have to hold back for Courfeyrac. He might have limited experience with guys, but he's quick to learn. Continuing what he was doing, he took a little more of Jehan into his mouth, despite being unable to smile at the compliment.

And he'd just increase the speed a little while he's at it.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Another low whine and his leg dragged up at the knee, face flushed and breathing quick. It was maybe a little embarrassing to not quite have the same stamina, but with him moving to take in more and faster, he could already feel his muscles clenching.

The only warning he could give was another sharp tug of his hair and a harried, eager mumble of the word 'close', followed sharply by Courfeyrac's name. He wasn't going to last far beyond that.]

[affablecharm]

[Courfeyrac, in that split moment, was even more thankful for Jehan's grandmother being out until late tomorrow. Allowing his hand to help, he continued even as Jehan tugged at his hair sharply and made those sounds.

His free hand smoothed along Jehan's thigh, he didn't mind the fact that Jehan's stamina hadn't gone on as long as his... To be perfectly honest? It had lasted longer, in a sense. Now to just see it through, eagerly.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Another minute and he couldn't go any longer. Tangling his fingers against his hair to hold him in place, he finished with a gasp and a mewl, Reynaud's name tacked onto the end of it in a garble. Everything tensed pleasantly in his body; and coming down from that, everything remained warm, nerve endings humming contentedly.

God but he was good.]

[affablecharm]

[He remained in place obediently, as per the silent instruction of Jehan's fingers. His name garbled like that made him absurdly proud and perhaps a little turned on in the back of his mind. He made a mental note that there really was nothing better than hearing Jehan say it like that.

As soon as Jehan came down from his high, Courf pulled away and made a show of swallowing what he could and licking up the rest. Nuzzling his nose into Jehan's thigh, he pressed a soft kiss there before moving those soft kisses up, chastely as possible.]

[laughingandlyric]

[Jehan watched through lazy, half-lidded eyes, letting a hand trail down to lightly run his fingers down along his upper arm, just sucking in a deep breath at the image stuck in his mind of the sight of Courf doing that.

There was really nothing left to say. He was glad they had done this, and he wanted the other boy to stick near and close.]

[affablecharm]

[He was more than glad to stick close, eager to keep touching Jehan in some capacity- whether it be a hand on his arm or holding him as they came down from this. Courfeyrac pulled himself up to easier tug Jehan into his arms for now, fingers running along his arm soothingly.]

You are wonderful, cher.

[laughingandlyric]

[The embrace was returned, an arm eagerly quirking around his waist and drawing him close as he pressed his head against his neck and kissed the skin he found there. His warmth, his solidness, even his smell was relaxing.]

Not half as wonderful as you... [Countered, in a lazy drawl, pressing a kiss to his ear.]

I take it back. You are not good; but great. You can quote me on it. [Mumbled, content.]