[Staring fondly at him is still a new and different experience - no wonder Paolo being his for weeks has been obvious. Jindosh is usually disinterested, not stupid—he figured out quite quickly that Paolo looking at him the way he does meant something more than approval of his experiment techniques. Or something quite different from that in general, considering...
Anyway, don't laugh at him for having a perfectly healthy and responsive body. His ears burn red with embarrassment from either being touched or Paolo's amusement at it, but he still works at keeping the haughtiness in his face.]
Is that what you would call this? [He says the whole sentence in a single breath before he loses the smug look, hips twitching up again. He still has the presence of mind to scold himself for this—through fabric, Kirin Jindosh? Really?—but the way he pulls Paolo into another kiss is sign enough that he's enjoying himself as much as someone with his attitude can. And of course the fact that he's getting harder under Paolo's fingers, but the separation of body and mind is severe enough for him that he's kissing Paolo as a helpful reminder.]
[Paolo is appreciative in his efforts to remind him, considering how he'd spent the first kisses of theirs doubting Jindosh even wanted them. He could very well have just taken the initiative for each step they took, but the fact little time had since their lips last met before he was pulled down for more? That made it more exciting.
Hearing a challenge after that was just icing on a cake. Proving it began in more actions than words, Paolo chasing his lips for one last kiss before he leans weight off of Jindosh. His hand leaves his length, the other dragging down his side before joining in the effort to pull down the waist of his pants.
Regrettably, there's much less intimacy in this. The process is especially tedious with the nobleman's clothing, and while he makes an effort to retain contact, it proves difficult when his clothes catch on the long forgotten shoes. They're getting undone and thrown aside, somewhere he'll have to look later. It didn't matter. What mattered was the fact he hesitated at returning to the last article of Jindosh's clothing, instead pulling back to drop what little he had left himself to the floor. It was only fair he was the first bare.
[This, the least intimate part, is when Jindosh feels the most comfortable somehow. It follows logically—he only has to wait for Paolo to struggle lamely over his pants and shoes instead of working to maintain the semblance of his usual overconfidence he's been trying, when really he feels like a teenager fumbling in the back of a theatre.
So it's fine, really, to lie back and watch the ceiling while Paolo undresses him. He leans up on his elbows to chastise him about throwing more clothes around the room again, but stops when he realizes what Paolo is doing.
Well, there's no shame in him at all as he stares at Paolo, at all of him, looking him carefully up and down like he's a prize Jindosh has won. Which is close. He hasn't noticed the socks yet, which lets the quirk of his lips be nothing but satisfied, untarnished by sock judgment.
Nice.]
Come here, [he says, raising a hand to beckon, crooking a finger at Paolo as if there's any chance he wouldn't come when called.] Let me marvel at you again.
[But of course he would come when called. He always did. The break between them was long than he would like, with how tightly laced those boots were, but where frustration lied came renewed desire to join him.
So he only takes a moment to appreciate the newly exposed skin, just enough to commit the look of Jindosh laid out before him, waiting for him, to memory. As well as how it feels to climb back over him, the smell of his lotion-- Point is, he wants to remember all of this.]
And here I thought I would marvel enough for the both of us. [He places a hand at either side of him, enough to remain in reach but still able to watch his expression.] You are a present worth unwrapping after all.
[His boots are very nice, shut up?? Jindosh keeps that hand raised, sliding it over Paolo's jaw and behind his ear when he comes closer, eventually settling it on the back of his neck. His heart thumps nervously against his ribs again but he quiets it with a hum and an actual, proper smirk.]
If you would rather I lie back and act as though you aren't here, that could be arranged. I must say, it is a strange preference, but who am I to judge?
[Ha ha touch him again, that's a better idea.] I believe you were in the middle of proving something to me.
I think you'll find I'm too hard to ignore. [He returns his smirk with his own. He certain is too hard for just banter, so he'll have to get that justified.
Thankfully, at least in Paolo's case, the last restricting fabric was easier to remove than anything else. He's more attentive this time around, gliding his fingertips down the expanse of his thighs. And, just to be an ass, he'll delicately lay the underwear aside somewhere he wouldn't go looking. What he could have been doing the whole time, you know.
He'd assumed he would have a smart comment to follow, but his mouth was the Dust District when it came down to the fact he had Kirin Jindosh before him. That he had him waiting to touch him. He had a difficult time managing to meet his gaze again, but he does, wrapping his fingers around his length and starting in slow strokes.]
You're... [what? a smug asshole? rich prick? a sight to behold? no,] You're beautiful.
[Jindosh knew all along that Paolo was very rude, but putting one article of clothing aside nicely is just... so much. He makes a face at that like he's made a face each time Paolo has tossed something to the floor; there is no winning at all, ever.
At least being touched shuts him up before he begins, any criticisms he has for Paolo's throwing things around the room left for later. His fingers curl against the back of Paolo's neck, drawing his face closer, like maybe if he's too close to see his whole face at once, he'll be able to relax more. Ideally.
He'd shut his eyes, but opens one just a crack to look at Paolo when he speaks again. He's beautiful? Really? That's what Paolo is going with? Jindosh hums, a short little sound that might just be judging his compliment.
What an asshole.] If you want to touch me so badly then touch me, Paolo. Don't fumble around.
[He doesn't have time for this sentimental beautiful stuff!! Call him smart or get out of bed.]
[It's a good thing Paolo isn't so rude that he would just up and leave if it didn't turn out. No, Paolo knows having any effect with that was a long shot. It doesn't hurt him in the slightest, even if his laughing off was little more than an exhale and a shake of his head.]
Should have known. Way to your cock is through your brain, right? [Not that he really needed a way, seeing as his grip grows more firm around him. He won't fumble since he asked so nicely, slow strokes meant to get him hard turning to more dedicated efforts to ensure he was feeling more past that point.] Usually it's the other way around.
I guess I should say you're beautiful under the light from your balcony, [He leaned close, as if going for his lips, only to lower his lips down to his torso. The hand supporting his weight shifted to his elbow, slipping under Jindosh's back as he kissed down his front.] The balcony of a house I can't wrap my head around. You can marvel all you want, but it's nothing compared to how long I've already been lost in everything you do, every creation from your hands.
It'd take months to catch up-- [let him just leave another one of those marks at his side,] --months you don't have the time for, isn't that right?
[What did he say about being crude? Jindosh still hasn't stopped making a face at him for his comments, but he's definitely losing his focus when Paolo touches him more insistently. Paolo's hand, his weight against him, his words—Jindosh almost moves to kiss him when he's close, breathing out slowly instead when Paolo moves down.
Alright... He's persuaded.]
Years. [A helpful correction. Paolo has seen more of his mansion than most, but it's still a testament to everything Jindosh has dedicated his whole life to. Years. Of course he wants that clear, even as Paolo's touch starts to unravel the tension humming through him.] For you, years and years. Countless months, stretching into ages.
[He moves his hand from the back of Paolo's neck into the hair at the top of his head, smoothing his fingers through it first before holding them there. He doesn't make a sound besides his words but his body moves, arching into Paolo's touch, seeking more of his mouth and fingers. He'll probably be bothered by that second mark in the morning too, but for now he'll let the feeling of it undo him just a little bit more.
While he calls Paolo an idiot, but whatever.]
Even coming here every night for a year wouldn't reveal every gift this place has to offer. [And he's including himself in that, as part of the house.] But you know visitors are always encouraged to try.
[The usual advertisement, except this time it's fairly obvious he means Paolo can fall into bed with him at will, if the timing is right.]
I have a feeling I'll come to know more places better than others. This place, for instance... [Is he talking about the bedroom or his dick, who knows. He certainly is close to the latter, his lips meeting the curve of Jindosh's hips, the hand following down his back and coming to grip his side and keep him still.
His tongue was dangerously close to tasting him when he wet his lips.] If it takes years, well... I guess I'll have to keep coming until you get bored with my tricks. [As in yes, he'll take the time if he has to. He considered his time worth a little more than his usual visitors, given that he could be out making change in the city around the time he was letting the man cut him open.
He stills the hand around him at his base, flashing a warning smirk before lips so keen on insulting Jindosh sank down his head. He took no pause, either, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as if it hadn't been months to years since he'd last bedded anyone.]
Well, luckily for you, I'm still quite fascinated by the way you work. [With his rats or with his hands? Could be both. Jindosh keeps his fingers in Paolo's hair and lets his eyes slip shut again, half a smirk playing over his lips. Paolo holding him still makes him feel restless, all of this sends his wheels spinning nearly out of control and he can't help but enjoy the ride. Not a wink of that awkward bumbling from earlier, just a heavy warmth in his chest and sharp little jolts of pleasure wherever Paolo is touching or close-to-touching.
Holding still is more of an effort when Paolo's mouth closes around him, far too many new sensations at once. Jindosh squeezes his fingers harder in Paolo's hair, still not making any sound but drawing in a sharp breath. Those spinning wheels spin harder, and the part of him left that can focus is already enraptured by the feeling, the heat, the movement of his tongue...]
This is a trick? [he asks, breath catching again, this time on a brief laugh. Could it be that sex is already somewhat impressive—??] In here, I'm not interested in your smoke and mirrors. Surely there are other ways— [ngh,] —other ways to uncover what makes you tick.
[Paolo listens to every word-- how can't he, when the man makes him so aware of how he needed to pay attention? He loves the pull of his hair, the press of his skin when the effort to keep in control fails. No one demands his attention like Jindosh does, so it's no wonder he's growing more enraptured by the second.
There's words on the tip of his tongue, but he finds he doesn't have the will to remove himself. Instead he hums in acknowledgement, sparing a glance up as that tongue runs down the underside of his length. He'd started with his hand working the skin his mouth didn't cover, but it was quickly becoming a shorter gap as he grew more comfortable, taking more of him which each bob of his head.
It was when Paolo's nose brushed skin that the hand finally left him, finding it's place at the opposite side of his hip and running down his thigh. He's sure Jindosh will figure out Paolo's the one doing the uncovering on his own.]
[Humming. Humming with his mouth on his dick is especially interesting. Now Jindosh makes a sound, a low noise in his throat that he studiously tries to cut off midway through. He won't go to pieces that easily, so when he puts his free hand over his own mouth briefly, it's to stop himself from groaning the more Paolo's mouth sinks down over him.
He's certainly figuring out a few things, that's true. He can only cover his own mouth for so long before he moves that hand down to Paolo instead, but not his hair—fingers fumbling over his shoulder before blindly reaching for his hand and closing around his wrist instead. His hips twitch up again and his hand in Paolo's hair would be trembling if he weren't holding so hard. It's much, much easier now to lose himself in the feeling, to put his relentless thoughts on hold and focus only on the pleasure.]
Paolo, [he says anyway, because he can't ever make himself stop talking even as he avoids making obvious sounds of gratification. But, uh, hmm. He can't really complain about this, considering. So that's it then, Paolo's name said once and then said again in almost a whisper, in the absence of any... criticisms for the time being.]
[Paolo expected some level of restraint from the man, so it's no surprise that the sounds he pulls out of him are muffled behind his hand. If anything, it was more motivation to coax him into it. It would do him good to come apart, and Paolo thought he would laugh what he got out of the grand inventor.
But in a surprising turn of events, he caught his name again and again. Jindosh wasn't the only one to shudder as Paolo went down on him. He sank down on him until his lips could go no further, that interesting hum less musing and more appreciative than the last. His nails will leave imprints from how hard he squeezes him in the moment, holding himself there until he had to withdraw for a breath.]
You keep saying my name, Kirin. [It wasn't a request. Not with the way he looks at him, gaze piercing as he licks the taste of him off his lips. He doesn't mock him, though, turning the hand Jindosh gripped his wrist in to fit it in his as he takes him back into his mouth. There was no hesitance in his movements any longer, his pace quick and controlled as he strived to take as much of him each time.]
[He's still humming, and that will be that, won't it? The leader of the Howlers humming around his cock is going to be his great undoing. It seems silly when he thinks about it, so he doesn't after the brief flash of thought. The sting of Paolo's nails pressed into his skin is engrossing in a way it shouldn't rightly be, a pretty contrast to the wet heat of his mouth, and Jindosh is not a poetic man but he could write a verse or two about the sudden fascination Paolo has inspired in him.
Like, not about going down on him. But metaphors and a vague attempt at putting feelings into words, something like that. Jindosh blinks himself out of it in the brief moment Paolo lifts off of him, looking at him with a creased brow and letting go of his hair only to brush a stray strand of it out of his face, then tangle his grip in it again.
Paolo might be the only person besides the Duke who calls him by his first name, and certainly the only person who does it with affection. Jindosh looks like he might say something again, but gives up on the thought to squeeze Paolo's hand instead and shudder once more through Paolo's mouth around him.]
You should be flattered. [how is he still talking] If any man were capable of reaching my bed, then I wouldn't waste time learning which name to keep on my lips.
[To be fair, Paolo would probably appreciate verses about going down on him more. He was crude, and he thinks he's doing quite well, considering how long it'd been and who Jindosh was. He was holding hands with him, after all.
The thought should off-put him more than it did. It was silly. The leader of the Howlers didn't get that title from a gentle touch. And yet his fingers still lace with Jindosh's, squeezing his hand in some effort to keep them both grounded in the moment. There was no time for stray thoughts. He had to ignore the fact hearing him makes him ache the way down to the core.]
Mhmm... [It's hard to reply with a dick down your throat, but he at least makes some effort to sound believing of that. He was flattered, very much so, and there was no point in denying it here. Not with how keenly he ran his tongue around his length, his free hand moving to explore Jindosh's inner thigh.
He pressed down on him, easing his legs further apart. Each instance he felt Jindosh was finally comfortable was an invitation to move forward, and moving forward was spreading him for access.]
[Thankfully for Paolo's reputation, Jindosh doesn't think the leader of the Howlers goes down on that many people in the first place, let alone holds hands. It plays straight to his ego, to consider himself the only one to get Paolo into bed in a while in turn. After all, the man comes to see him and his operating table every night—no man with more interesting prospects at home would keep subjecting themselves to his tools.
So it's flattering to have his hand held and dizzying to feel Paolo's mouth around him. He wants to rock up with his hips, make much shorter work of this and feel some sort of release, but something stops him from doing it. A feeling beyond the simple sexual fact that he's enjoying this, something else that really does appreciate Paolo holding his hand and Paolo being here in his bed, instead of anyone else who's tried to bed him for the sake of saying so. Paolo who's crude and uneducated and can throw clothes around the room much better than he can actually wear them. Of all people.
Fuck. Jindosh really does like him, and it's more than just his dick thinking so. How annoying.]
Now what? [he manages, after he controls the shake in his voice almost entirely. Again, he's not an idiot, but not even his seconds-ago revelation about how he really does value the company of this man he's only cut to pieces before now can put him wholly at ease about the implications of having his legs spread. Not that he doesn't allow Paolo to do it, because he does—but speak to him and put him back where he's comfortable. He's missing Paolo's banter.
Feelings are dreadful and tacky, he thinks as he smooths Paolo's hair back from his face again. What does he do with this warmth in his chest?]
[Paolo nearly stilled when he heard the question, slowing his motions around him as he thought on how to answer. By all means, he normally wouldn't think so much to comfort anyone. He didn't take this long in intimacy, and didn't expect anyone to hold back simply because they wanted to stay in his company. Least of all a man like Jindosh.
Perhaps it's his own warmth in his chest that drives him to squeeze Jindosh's hand in reassurance. He might be crude and uneducated, but he knows the signs well enough to see his uncertainty yet again, and it doesn't seem he's lost an ounce of patience. He takes time in removing himself from length, and with his deep thought,]
Depends on if you want me to fuck you or not. [If he wasn't crude he wouldn't be Paolo. Still, he thinks there's more comfort in his smirk than if he replied so seriously.] I would assume so... with how hard this is. [Here, he'll kiss the head for good measure.]
[Ah, yes, he wouldn't be Paolo if he wasn't squeezing Jindosh's hand and pulling his mouth away achingly slowly at the same time. The man is a walking contradiction, alive when he should be dead a thousand times over, damnably charming when he's no more than a thug, reassuring when he's crude. All part of the puzzle, Jindosh thinks, and the puzzle is currently making him look away from him and up at the ceiling, frowning with carefully controlled embarrassment.
Making him say it is so... The price for calling the shots is steep. Jindosh sighs, sliding his fingers out of Paolo's hair to brush against his cheek.]
Yes, yes. [Again with that talking about the weather tone, but let him have this.] Come here, first, and let me look at you.
[Oh. Paolo blinks, staring at him as if he'd said some equation he didn't know the answer to. He thought he would have been told to get on with it, have care, but no. Jindosh wants him back, and he supposes he'll have to stop guessing on what's running through that mind of his.
He will if he wants to solve what's being thrown at him, at least. He finally pulls his fingers from Jindosh's, but it was only so he could move back over him, making up for it to press his lips back to his. He couldn't spend long without touching him in some way, to give pleasure or not.]
You're less predictable than I thought, Kirin Jindosh. [He mutters against his lips, the smugness in his face all but diminished. He didn't know what to think.]
[Let it never be said that Kirin Jindosh is a man whose every move can be charted out before it happens. His own house moves in as many unexpected ways as possible, and of course it takes after its creator. It would have to.
But without the house metaphors: he wants Paolo to kiss him, and he tends to get what he wants. Sure, he's thinking about what this all means, that he would be willing to deviate from his usual solitary haunts around the mansion to do all this with Paolo, but he's also thinking about how Paolo has tripped some kind of wire in him to make him want this company at all. It's a surprise, with something else—something about Paolo's presence that he finds... comforting?
Which is odd, because he doesn't need to be comforted, but he can't shake it either. He kisses Paolo back, looking at him keenly the way he said he would. Hmm.]
Who would have thought that the greatest mind in Serkonos could surprise even you. [his dumb bf] Perhaps I've been trying to wipe that smug look off your face since you waltzed in wearing my robe earlier.
I was just getting comfortable. [Paolo says, turning his head as if he were offended. It doesn't last long, though, with the way his expression cracks. It wasn't long before he was laughing, leaning his head down against Jindosh's as he tried to suppress it in another kiss.]
But I'm glad, [he admits before another,] I like surprises. And I like you.
[Maybe just one more... no, he's going to kiss him again and again, leaninf into him until he's interrupted. He didn't imagine himself here when he stoped into his twisted house. He didn't imagine loving the fingers through his hair as much as he did. He certainly didn't imagine how soft his lips were, but he wasn't complaining. He wasn't worrying.
It was a feat for the both of them not to, after all they'd been through. Even if one was not aware they went through it together.]
[It is... terrible of Paolo, honestly, that his bantering and failing to play at being offended and laughing makes something tighten in Jindosh's chest. He can say genuinely that he's never felt this mix of whatever it is for anyone before; maddening curiosity for what the witch Delilah and her followers could do with a touch of Void, academic reverence for Sokolov, even an adrenaline-fueled respect for the Empress in a fight before she committed her great sin against him—he's felt all of those passions before. But the minute clockworks of his heart stop dead and then start to tick again at a different tempo to see Paolo laugh and move to kiss him again.
He's awful. Jindosh knows this very well now. Of course, that doesn't stop him from sliding his arm around Paolo, over the stars on his back to rest between his shoulders, but he's simply terrible. He likes being kissed and Paolo likes him.
Ah—distinctly new, again. This is edging quickly from cut-it-with-a-knife sexual tension to something more like lovers in bed together, and for all the abysses Jindosh has wondered what it's like to fall into, he hasn't wondered about this one until Paolo.] How sentimental.
[No one can prove he's a hypocrite.]
Well, you're certainly very comfortable now, I see. [nailed it]
[There was a good thing about the breaks he allowed Jindosh to speak. He could just watch the changes in him with little in return. It's what he does. Despite his amused grin, he knows there's an obvious fondness in his eyes, but he can't bring himself to look away.
He should watch how low his voice is, lest he want to seem too far gone. But he didn't. He sounded so captivated when he replied so simply,] I am with you.
[Shit. Uh--] Of all people. [That's less sentimental, right? Right. He's just swallowing some pride, not out of nerves. He's bringing his hand up to touch the side of his face out of comfort for Jindosh-- Oh, he's going to curse himself later.] Are you?
[Jindosh adds Paolo looking at him like that and using that tone of voice both to the mental list he's making now of reasons Paolo is dreadful. The first words out of his mouth sound so simple, and yet they seem to pull the bottom out of his stomach.
Ah.]
With you, of all people. [It's cool and collected to repeat Paolo's words back to him, isn't it? Too late now.] Yes.
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Anyway, don't laugh at him for having a perfectly healthy and responsive body. His ears burn red with embarrassment from either being touched or Paolo's amusement at it, but he still works at keeping the haughtiness in his face.]
Is that what you would call this? [He says the whole sentence in a single breath before he loses the smug look, hips twitching up again. He still has the presence of mind to scold himself for this—through fabric, Kirin Jindosh? Really?—but the way he pulls Paolo into another kiss is sign enough that he's enjoying himself as much as someone with his attitude can. And of course the fact that he's getting harder under Paolo's fingers, but the separation of body and mind is severe enough for him that he's kissing Paolo as a helpful reminder.]
Prove it.
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Hearing a challenge after that was just icing on a cake. Proving it began in more actions than words, Paolo chasing his lips for one last kiss before he leans weight off of Jindosh. His hand leaves his length, the other dragging down his side before joining in the effort to pull down the waist of his pants.
Regrettably, there's much less intimacy in this. The process is especially tedious with the nobleman's clothing, and while he makes an effort to retain contact, it proves difficult when his clothes catch on the long forgotten shoes. They're getting undone and thrown aside, somewhere he'll have to look later. It didn't matter. What mattered was the fact he hesitated at returning to the last article of Jindosh's clothing, instead pulling back to drop what little he had left himself to the floor. It was only fair he was the first bare.
Except, you know, those damn socks.]
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So it's fine, really, to lie back and watch the ceiling while Paolo undresses him. He leans up on his elbows to chastise him about throwing more clothes around the room again, but stops when he realizes what Paolo is doing.
Well, there's no shame in him at all as he stares at Paolo, at all of him, looking him carefully up and down like he's a prize Jindosh has won. Which is close. He hasn't noticed the socks yet, which lets the quirk of his lips be nothing but satisfied, untarnished by sock judgment.
Nice.]
Come here, [he says, raising a hand to beckon, crooking a finger at Paolo as if there's any chance he wouldn't come when called.] Let me marvel at you again.
[He will not marvel at the socks.]
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So he only takes a moment to appreciate the newly exposed skin, just enough to commit the look of Jindosh laid out before him, waiting for him, to memory. As well as how it feels to climb back over him, the smell of his lotion-- Point is, he wants to remember all of this.]
And here I thought I would marvel enough for the both of us. [He places a hand at either side of him, enough to remain in reach but still able to watch his expression.] You are a present worth unwrapping after all.
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If you would rather I lie back and act as though you aren't here, that could be arranged. I must say, it is a strange preference, but who am I to judge?
[Ha ha touch him again, that's a better idea.] I believe you were in the middle of proving something to me.
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Thankfully, at least in Paolo's case, the last restricting fabric was easier to remove than anything else. He's more attentive this time around, gliding his fingertips down the expanse of his thighs. And, just to be an ass, he'll delicately lay the underwear aside somewhere he wouldn't go looking. What he could have been doing the whole time, you know.
He'd assumed he would have a smart comment to follow, but his mouth was the Dust District when it came down to the fact he had Kirin Jindosh before him. That he had him waiting to touch him. He had a difficult time managing to meet his gaze again, but he does, wrapping his fingers around his length and starting in slow strokes.]
You're... [what? a smug asshole? rich prick? a sight to behold? no,] You're beautiful.
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At least being touched shuts him up before he begins, any criticisms he has for Paolo's throwing things around the room left for later. His fingers curl against the back of Paolo's neck, drawing his face closer, like maybe if he's too close to see his whole face at once, he'll be able to relax more. Ideally.
He'd shut his eyes, but opens one just a crack to look at Paolo when he speaks again. He's beautiful? Really? That's what Paolo is going with? Jindosh hums, a short little sound that might just be judging his compliment.
What an asshole.] If you want to touch me so badly then touch me, Paolo. Don't fumble around.
[He doesn't have time for this sentimental beautiful stuff!! Call him smart or get out of bed.]
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Should have known. Way to your cock is through your brain, right? [Not that he really needed a way, seeing as his grip grows more firm around him. He won't fumble since he asked so nicely, slow strokes meant to get him hard turning to more dedicated efforts to ensure he was feeling more past that point.] Usually it's the other way around.
I guess I should say you're beautiful under the light from your balcony, [He leaned close, as if going for his lips, only to lower his lips down to his torso. The hand supporting his weight shifted to his elbow, slipping under Jindosh's back as he kissed down his front.] The balcony of a house I can't wrap my head around. You can marvel all you want, but it's nothing compared to how long I've already been lost in everything you do, every creation from your hands.
It'd take months to catch up-- [let him just leave another one of those marks at his side,] --months you don't have the time for, isn't that right?
[He's trying, let him live,]
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Alright... He's persuaded.]
Years. [A helpful correction. Paolo has seen more of his mansion than most, but it's still a testament to everything Jindosh has dedicated his whole life to. Years. Of course he wants that clear, even as Paolo's touch starts to unravel the tension humming through him.] For you, years and years. Countless months, stretching into ages.
[He moves his hand from the back of Paolo's neck into the hair at the top of his head, smoothing his fingers through it first before holding them there. He doesn't make a sound besides his words but his body moves, arching into Paolo's touch, seeking more of his mouth and fingers. He'll probably be bothered by that second mark in the morning too, but for now he'll let the feeling of it undo him just a little bit more.
While he calls Paolo an idiot, but whatever.]
Even coming here every night for a year wouldn't reveal every gift this place has to offer. [And he's including himself in that, as part of the house.] But you know visitors are always encouraged to try.
[The usual advertisement, except this time it's fairly obvious he means Paolo can fall into bed with him at will, if the timing is right.]
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His tongue was dangerously close to tasting him when he wet his lips.] If it takes years, well... I guess I'll have to keep coming until you get bored with my tricks. [As in yes, he'll take the time if he has to. He considered his time worth a little more than his usual visitors, given that he could be out making change in the city around the time he was letting the man cut him open.
He stills the hand around him at his base, flashing a warning smirk before lips so keen on insulting Jindosh sank down his head. He took no pause, either, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as if it hadn't been months to years since he'd last bedded anyone.]
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Holding still is more of an effort when Paolo's mouth closes around him, far too many new sensations at once. Jindosh squeezes his fingers harder in Paolo's hair, still not making any sound but drawing in a sharp breath. Those spinning wheels spin harder, and the part of him left that can focus is already enraptured by the feeling, the heat, the movement of his tongue...]
This is a trick? [he asks, breath catching again, this time on a brief laugh. Could it be that sex is already somewhat impressive—??] In here, I'm not interested in your smoke and mirrors. Surely there are other ways— [ngh,] —other ways to uncover what makes you tick.
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There's words on the tip of his tongue, but he finds he doesn't have the will to remove himself. Instead he hums in acknowledgement, sparing a glance up as that tongue runs down the underside of his length. He'd started with his hand working the skin his mouth didn't cover, but it was quickly becoming a shorter gap as he grew more comfortable, taking more of him which each bob of his head.
It was when Paolo's nose brushed skin that the hand finally left him, finding it's place at the opposite side of his hip and running down his thigh. He's sure Jindosh will figure out Paolo's the one doing the uncovering on his own.]
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He's certainly figuring out a few things, that's true. He can only cover his own mouth for so long before he moves that hand down to Paolo instead, but not his hair—fingers fumbling over his shoulder before blindly reaching for his hand and closing around his wrist instead. His hips twitch up again and his hand in Paolo's hair would be trembling if he weren't holding so hard. It's much, much easier now to lose himself in the feeling, to put his relentless thoughts on hold and focus only on the pleasure.]
Paolo, [he says anyway, because he can't ever make himself stop talking even as he avoids making obvious sounds of gratification. But, uh, hmm. He can't really complain about this, considering. So that's it then, Paolo's name said once and then said again in almost a whisper, in the absence of any... criticisms for the time being.]
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But in a surprising turn of events, he caught his name again and again. Jindosh wasn't the only one to shudder as Paolo went down on him. He sank down on him until his lips could go no further, that interesting hum less musing and more appreciative than the last. His nails will leave imprints from how hard he squeezes him in the moment, holding himself there until he had to withdraw for a breath.]
You keep saying my name, Kirin. [It wasn't a request. Not with the way he looks at him, gaze piercing as he licks the taste of him off his lips. He doesn't mock him, though, turning the hand Jindosh gripped his wrist in to fit it in his as he takes him back into his mouth. There was no hesitance in his movements any longer, his pace quick and controlled as he strived to take as much of him each time.]
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Like, not about going down on him. But metaphors and a vague attempt at putting feelings into words, something like that. Jindosh blinks himself out of it in the brief moment Paolo lifts off of him, looking at him with a creased brow and letting go of his hair only to brush a stray strand of it out of his face, then tangle his grip in it again.
Paolo might be the only person besides the Duke who calls him by his first name, and certainly the only person who does it with affection. Jindosh looks like he might say something again, but gives up on the thought to squeeze Paolo's hand instead and shudder once more through Paolo's mouth around him.]
You should be flattered. [how is he still talking] If any man were capable of reaching my bed, then I wouldn't waste time learning which name to keep on my lips.
[So he likes him a little, shut up.]
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The thought should off-put him more than it did. It was silly. The leader of the Howlers didn't get that title from a gentle touch. And yet his fingers still lace with Jindosh's, squeezing his hand in some effort to keep them both grounded in the moment. There was no time for stray thoughts. He had to ignore the fact hearing him makes him ache the way down to the core.]
Mhmm... [It's hard to reply with a dick down your throat, but he at least makes some effort to sound believing of that. He was flattered, very much so, and there was no point in denying it here. Not with how keenly he ran his tongue around his length, his free hand moving to explore Jindosh's inner thigh.
He pressed down on him, easing his legs further apart. Each instance he felt Jindosh was finally comfortable was an invitation to move forward, and moving forward was spreading him for access.]
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So it's flattering to have his hand held and dizzying to feel Paolo's mouth around him. He wants to rock up with his hips, make much shorter work of this and feel some sort of release, but something stops him from doing it. A feeling beyond the simple sexual fact that he's enjoying this, something else that really does appreciate Paolo holding his hand and Paolo being here in his bed, instead of anyone else who's tried to bed him for the sake of saying so. Paolo who's crude and uneducated and can throw clothes around the room much better than he can actually wear them. Of all people.
Fuck. Jindosh really does like him, and it's more than just his dick thinking so. How annoying.]
Now what? [he manages, after he controls the shake in his voice almost entirely. Again, he's not an idiot, but not even his seconds-ago revelation about how he really does value the company of this man he's only cut to pieces before now can put him wholly at ease about the implications of having his legs spread. Not that he doesn't allow Paolo to do it, because he does—but speak to him and put him back where he's comfortable. He's missing Paolo's banter.
Feelings are dreadful and tacky, he thinks as he smooths Paolo's hair back from his face again. What does he do with this warmth in his chest?]
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Perhaps it's his own warmth in his chest that drives him to squeeze Jindosh's hand in reassurance. He might be crude and uneducated, but he knows the signs well enough to see his uncertainty yet again, and it doesn't seem he's lost an ounce of patience. He takes time in removing himself from length, and with his deep thought,]
Depends on if you want me to fuck you or not. [If he wasn't crude he wouldn't be Paolo. Still, he thinks there's more comfort in his smirk than if he replied so seriously.] I would assume so... with how hard this is. [Here, he'll kiss the head for good measure.]
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Making him say it is so... The price for calling the shots is steep. Jindosh sighs, sliding his fingers out of Paolo's hair to brush against his cheek.]
Yes, yes. [Again with that talking about the weather tone, but let him have this.] Come here, first, and let me look at you.
[kiss him,]
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He will if he wants to solve what's being thrown at him, at least. He finally pulls his fingers from Jindosh's, but it was only so he could move back over him, making up for it to press his lips back to his. He couldn't spend long without touching him in some way, to give pleasure or not.]
You're less predictable than I thought, Kirin Jindosh. [He mutters against his lips, the smugness in his face all but diminished. He didn't know what to think.]
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But without the house metaphors: he wants Paolo to kiss him, and he tends to get what he wants. Sure, he's thinking about what this all means, that he would be willing to deviate from his usual solitary haunts around the mansion to do all this with Paolo, but he's also thinking about how Paolo has tripped some kind of wire in him to make him want this company at all. It's a surprise, with something else—something about Paolo's presence that he finds... comforting?
Which is odd, because he doesn't need to be comforted, but he can't shake it either. He kisses Paolo back, looking at him keenly the way he said he would. Hmm.]
Who would have thought that the greatest mind in Serkonos could surprise even you. [his dumb bf] Perhaps I've been trying to wipe that smug look off your face since you waltzed in wearing my robe earlier.
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But I'm glad, [he admits before another,] I like surprises. And I like you.
[Maybe just one more... no, he's going to kiss him again and again, leaninf into him until he's interrupted. He didn't imagine himself here when he stoped into his twisted house. He didn't imagine loving the fingers through his hair as much as he did. He certainly didn't imagine how soft his lips were, but he wasn't complaining. He wasn't worrying.
It was a feat for the both of them not to, after all they'd been through. Even if one was not aware they went through it together.]
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He's awful. Jindosh knows this very well now. Of course, that doesn't stop him from sliding his arm around Paolo, over the stars on his back to rest between his shoulders, but he's simply terrible. He likes being kissed and Paolo likes him.
Ah—distinctly new, again. This is edging quickly from cut-it-with-a-knife sexual tension to something more like lovers in bed together, and for all the abysses Jindosh has wondered what it's like to fall into, he hasn't wondered about this one until Paolo.] How sentimental.
[No one can prove he's a hypocrite.]
Well, you're certainly very comfortable now, I see. [nailed it]
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He should watch how low his voice is, lest he want to seem too far gone. But he didn't. He sounded so captivated when he replied so simply,] I am with you.
[Shit. Uh--] Of all people. [That's less sentimental, right? Right. He's just swallowing some pride, not out of nerves. He's bringing his hand up to touch the side of his face out of comfort for Jindosh-- Oh, he's going to curse himself later.] Are you?
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Ah.]
With you, of all people. [It's cool and collected to repeat Paolo's words back to him, isn't it? Too late now.] Yes.
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