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[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.

[kiss him,]

[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.

Cute. [Another on the list to make Paolo absolutely awful: calling him cute with a smile like that. A smile so sincere. Even when he was making no effort to be infuriating, he's sure he still is.

He'll make up for it in another kiss before he pulled back. He slowly sat up, running his hands down his sides as he moved back, marveling at every little detail as Jindosh had with him. He didn't need stars on his back to shine, for Paolo to look at him like he was a constellation to be discovered. How sentimental.]

I'm guessing the only oil you have isn't meant for this. [He settled between his thighs, his smile faltering at the thought of any discomfort to him. A hand on his thigh is firm, the other hesistant. Fingers hovered as he contemplated his options, then rested on his opposing thigh as he leaned forward.

The banter would have to hold again, because the first breach was his tongue.]

Cute? [Jindosh repeats flatly, frowning. That's somehow more annoying than getting distracted calling him beautiful—cute. Cute? Paolo is dreadful and Jindosh kisses him anyway, wondering how to begin counteracting his cute assessment.

He wonders less when Paolo moves away, relieved that he can take the moment to collect himself like an adult but already feeling the loss of Paolo laid over him. Feelings. He watches Paolo instead, curiously observing the way the man hesitates, his insistence on taking care of him. Paolo isn't treating him like glass anymore, even in this, so he isn't inspired to take offense... but it's interesting.

Regardless, if Jindosh is expecting Paolo's tongue it's not obvious by the way the feeling of it has him squeezing his fingers into the lone blanket and sputtering over a noise of pleasure. He's surprised then embarrassed about being surprised, and if Paolo calls him cute again he's going to kick him.]

Paolo. Don't play at making me wait.

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[Paolo may not call him cute, but he's certainly laughing again. He raises his fingers in mock defeat, withdrawing from him and shaking his head.] You'll appreciate it another time, is then. I'll have to...

[... drop by and get oil. Was he really planning that far ahead? It was his turn to frown, however briefly, choosing to take his mind off of it by sliding his hands down. He massages the skin around his entrance, taking that achingly slow time to replace his tongue with his fingers.

If he didn't want to be treated like glass, he'd start with two. But hey, at least his mouth is free to be awful.] Be patient.

[Paolo is a nuisance, that's what he is... Jindosh frowns up at him for laughing, but his heart isn't really in it—he can't bring himself to be entirely bothered, when Paolo is trying to get him off. Eventually.

That doesn't save him from Jindosh giving him looks for being so slow, still. The longer they go on like this the easier it is for Jindosh's mind to spin wheels out of the moment, wondering this or that about an experiment he hasn't gotten to yet. He can't help it—Void knows he's tried. Which is why he clicks his tongue irritably at being told to be patient, like he could, and leans up on his elbow so his other hand can reach Paolo's hair again and grip it more roughly than moments ago as those fingers press inside him.

He makes another noise, shorter this time, shifting his hips to get more comfortable. Be patient. Honestly.] As if you would be patient, if I were to take you here or anywhere else. Would we have even made it to bed, I wonder?

[He's still making fun of Paolo for going to pieces over that massage, earlier. He's charming.]

You might be practiced in a lot of things, grand inventor, but not this. We would have made it. You'd probably still be kissing me... [Now it's his turn to be offended. Well, as offended as he could manage with Jindosh gripping his hair like that, and finding he likes it. His ears are burning red, and he can't seem to meet his eyes. He knows he's right. Pride won't let him admit it.

Since Jindosh is so impatient, though, he'll keep moving to avoid more embarrassments. He adjusts to him, pushing in until his knuckles met skin. He found a rhythm in loosening him, curling his fingers when hilted and spreading them as he withdrew..] You'll find there'd be a lot more burning you just wanted to sit pretty on my cock. Why don't you spend your time looking at me than thinking about whatever it is?

[None of this is going to make Jindosh any less impatient. At least Paolo can rest assured that he's so impatient because he's into this, aroused as he is and with his dick being neglected so Paolo can complain. It could be worse. The only change in his expression is the smirk he spares a few seconds for, when Paolo gets embarrassed. Now who's cute, jackass??]

Why don't you get on with it? [he says, and there's surprisingly no malice in it. Turns out rude banter gets him hot just like being called special, who knew. He pulls on Paolo's hair again, looking at him as requested as he drags his other hand down his own chest. He's totally winging it here, but as long as Paolo loses his edge first, it's fine.

Being seductive on purpose is weirdly difficult because of course he keeps thinking about it, but hey, it's not an experiment. Paolo's fingers have him shifting again for more, eager, but the look in his eye is nothing if not challenging.] Perhaps I should do it myself. Of course, you're welcome to avail yourself of a dark corner to handle your own needs...

[so charming,] Take my mind off the rest, why don't you?

You wanna do it yourself? [Paolo muses, managing a smirk that could easily be negated by how red his face was. His gaze undoubtedly follows Jindosh's hand, and there's no mistaking the grip tightening out of possession. He didn't get this far not to finish what he started.]

I don't think so. I think the only reason you're riled up like this is because of me, and you aren't getting off if I'm in some corner. [It may not damage his confidence, but it sure does send him in the right direction. It wasn't long before he was pulling his fingers from inside him, wetting his hand with saliva before stroking himself for the first time since... before they'd even started.]

Unless you've been touching yourself to me already. [He shouldn't be allowed to wink, and yet he does before he's dragging Jindosh's legs up on either side of him.]

[A little rudeness goes a long way and Jindosh eventually gets what he wants, so guess what backwards lesson he's learned from all this? Surely the smirk on his face makes it clear. He won't contest Paolo's claims, considering they're true except for that last one. That one he scoffs at, rolling his eyes and trailing his fingers out of Paolo's hair and down his arm.]

Now, now, what have I told you about flattering yourself? [Ah, now it sounds filthy. He hooks one leg around Paolo, insistently, in case it weren't already clear that he's so riled up.]

Imagine it, if it helps.

I don't think I'm the one that's gonna need help in a second. You... [Technically quite a few seconds, but still quickly enough. Paolo rests a hand on one side of Jindosh, using the other to line up before he's looking back up at him. One, maintaining eye contact with him was surely attractive, but two...

His brows were still furrowed in concern for as long as it could last. It didn't hold out as he pressed into him, fingers balling into that lone blanket and jaw going slack. He didn't stop at the tip-- god forbid, Jindosh would probably yell at him-- instead pushing until his hips could go no further.] F-Fuck...

[Paolo's right at least that Jindosh would yell at him for slowing down now. Still, this is—this is a lot more than just his fingers, and Jindosh squeezes hard around Paolo's hand on the blanket as all ability to make wiseass comments goes out of him. Just for now—]

Paolo— [He seems to have forgotten how to breathe, draws in a shuddering breath to remind himself, and fumbles for a more comfortable grip on Paolo's hand while gets accustomed to actually being fucked. Sassy comments restarting in three, two...] Well, it's taken you long enough.

[He says things like this and his voice is already strained from the feeling, but he's still looking at Paolo with a spark of desire in his eyes. Come down here and kiss him, or- or something—] Touch me, while you're staring.

[Paolo can't do much more than laugh at the comment this time, seeing as he's struggling to find words with what he's feeling. He fits his fingers through Jindosh's again, his grip relaxing the longer he's settled against him.

Again, it didn't help the fact he didn't want to be called a dog when he followed orders so easily. He moved over him, catching his lips with his as he started moving his hips back out and into him again. It gave him time to think on what to say, but it's hard when his mind is so hung up on the fact they'd actually got so far and it feels so good.]

Kirin— [He didn't think of much of a comeback, it seems,] —I won't wait again, fuck...

[Paolo can't deny being a furry, unfortunately. Or: Jindosh's breath comes up short again when their lips meet, kissing hungrily and using Paolo's mouth to muffle the groan that slips out of him now. He's briefly torn between snaking his free arm around Paolo to hold him close to his lips or reaching between them to stroke himself, but the latter wins out after a couple thrusts.

Paolo is so... Well, he's still getting what he wants, so it looks like he was right when he said Paolo has belonged to him all along. He'll spare him the obedient dog comments for now, chasing his lips to kiss him again and then murmur against them,] At least you've learned.

[Paolo frowns against his lips, not at his words, but at realizing where his hand had gone off to. A grave oversight, one he hadn't made since he didn't have the lines of his face and the stars on his back. He trails his hand down Jindosh's arm until he pulls at his wrist, guiding his hand back to Paolo's skin as he replaced it with his own.]

Patience goes a long way. [He replied in a less than steady voice, kissing the corner of his mouth with a muffled moan against his skin. He'd wanted to spend his whole time with eyes open, but he finds himself shutting them as he finds a rhythm in his thrusts.] You... you alright...?

[Oh—there's Paolo, nudging his hand away. Jindosh laughs, one short scoff muffled against his lips as he obligingly slides his arm around Paolo instead, then, option two. It's going to hurt later, he knows, but it feels good now and being so wholly enveloped in Paolo is intoxicating.

Like, he's still laughing at him for feeling the need to stroke his dick for him, but he's not going to complain. That frees up his attention for other interesting things to try like rolling his hips into Paolo's thrusts and trying not to make too much noise.]

—Fine. [yes, he can even mostly breathe] I am perfectly fine. Don't even think about having second thoughts...

[Which makes sense, really.]

Second thoughts. [Paolo repeated, biting back a laugh of his own. Unsuccessfully, though, his shoulders shaking and his lips curving against Jindosh's. He couldn't help it, as he couldn't remember the last time he had so much.

As reluctant as he was to admit it, the man made his heart race, and... something more. Whatever it was, he hadn't felt it in so long that he was happy. Overjoyed. Elated. More words could describe this feeling, words he'd have to search for as he scanned the selections of Jindosh's libraries when he ultimately came back early or... or stayed.]

You think I could have second thoughts when you feel this good? [He leaned his forehead against Jindosh's, hovering his lips over his between labored breathing. He had to keep boosting his ego, as if stroking his dick with vigor weren't enough.] When you're all I can think about no matter how hard I try? I've tried, Kirin. I can't.

You don't have to lift a finger to make me lose a train of thought, and I hate it, because you're so damn smart about it... [And yet he was giving more material for Jindosh to make fun of him. Smart.]

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