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You've distracted me for hours. [Paolo says a-matter-of-factly, leaning off the arm of the couch. If he wanted him closer, he'll just have to deal with Paolo's weight pressing into him.

Reasonably, with where he wanted to head, straddling his lap would just resolve this. But he hasn't smoked enough that his ego is shot.] Could be home, but now I'm the one behind... You're terrible, Kirin Jindosh. [Just not terrible enough, seeing as he's fiddling with his cravat again.]

[As if Paolo leaning into him like this is unpleasant, please. He just downed all that alcohol from the Tall Glass, he's uninhibited enough to play along with this. Operation: drunk and high is on hold in favor of inching his fingers down Paolo's spine, tracing a little circle over the skin of his lower back instead of reaching down to squeeze his ass. It was considered.]

You said I have you until morning, as I recall. [His other hand is put to work now sliding up Paolo's side and over his bare chest. It was a great idea to draw on him so he'd take Jindosh's shirt off, for sure.] I want you, Paolo. I would prefer not to suddenly change my mind.

Then I'll be gentle. [The way to make Paolo break: touch his back a little and he's yours. He doesn't melt into his touch like the previous evening, but a pleased sigh does escape.] I don't know about quiet. That's on you.

[He'll have to keep him somewhat presentable should worse come to worst, so he releases his cravat in favor of pressing on his shoulders. Lie back so he can get some.] I'd be pretty mad if you changed your mind with this ink on my back.

[How considerate to his image. Jindosh lies back wherever he's directed, although that has the regrettable consequence of pulling his hands away from touching Paolo so easily. The staff are, as usual, an acceptable loss if any of them should come by at the wrong moment now, and so Jindosh watches Paolo with interest to see just how much he intends to desecrate this sitting room. Maybe he'll have visitors wait here a few times as his own private joke.

But anyway.] Then think of it as something like a signed agreement guaranteeing that I still do want you. [hot, right??] I am feeling rather agreeable.

I think I'll have you feeling most agreeable soon. [Paolo has him leaned back on the opposing couch arm, for once thankful for his smaller stature. It gave him the chance to lean over Jindosh, pressing a leg between his thighs and...

...reach back to take take a drag from the hookah. He has priorities, while Jindosh still has terrible taste.] Or this will. Either way. [This is the last time, he promises, his mouth will be occupied with other things. Like kissing him while his hand slips between them to undo the fastenings of his pants.]

[Is the new plan to get high while Paolo gets him off? That's... that's a little bit Duke Luca Abele's Parties of them, but since there aren't about twenty people in the room, Jindosh will allow it. He's already pliant from the speedy drinking, reaching blindly for Paolo to pass him the hookah mid-kiss. Give him the questionable decisions.]

My dear Paolo, [can he say that? he said it.] You talk too much.

[That almost shut him up. Almost. He blinks, quietly passing the hook and putting both hands to work of pulling Jindosh's pants and underwear down at once.

Except he is still a smug prick, so it was like, two minutes at most before he started again. He bunched his clothes at his knees and ran his hands back up his thighs, resting one at his hip as his fingers curl around him.] I'll talk less with your cock in my mouth. That sound better to you?

[Maybe Jindosh will ignore him for two minutes and smoke instead, how about that?? Or he'll do a very good impression of ignoring him, save for how he looks at him expectantly a minute in. What is this time wasting nonsense...?

Still, he shivers when Paolo slides up his thighs, trying to keep his breath even with another drag of smoke. Of course Paolo has to be crude-] How very eager. That sounds like your finest idea yet.

It does, doesn't it? Gotta say, thought about it while you were working today. Wondered if you could keep your train of thought when I'm under your desk...

[True to his word, Paolo is gentle. He brushes his fingers over the mark he left at his side, then takes the base of him in hand with slow strokes to follow.] Went out and bought oil and everything.

I... [Oh. Well now he's thinking about it. That's inappropriate, Paolo.] I think you would find I am very focused.

[Or more accurately: he gets up and walks around too much for copious under-the-desk fooling around. But now that he's thinking about it, he reaches over to get his fingers into Paolo's hair and shiver again at the touch of his hand. Liquor, smoke, Paolo—all very nice things, but hold on—] You went out in my clothes, and everything. Are the seeds of scandal already planted?

We'll see. [Does he plan on trying it anyway? He probably does. He's pretty confident in himself, for better or worse.

For now he'll lean into his hand as his own picked up a more steady pace. His free one beckons, towards the hookah, as if it were his turn to smoke during all this.] I suppose we'll just have to find out, won't we? I don't think it's hard to piece together.

[He says as if he doesn't know, but there's a smugness in the look on his face.] Thy must know I come to see you every evening. What're you going to do about that?

[It's either the smoke or the repeat occurrence that's putting Jindosh in a much more relaxed mood, this time. The tension that courses through him is lighter, somehow, not set upon by worries or fear that being with Paolo is going to end badly for him. He's comfortable with Paolo now and it feels like settling into an old routine. With more sex.

He's not naive enough to think that's entirely romantic. But the point is this: he can enjoy himself now. He curls his fingers encouragingly in Paolo's hair as he passes the hookah back. What is he going to do about this...?]

Nothing. [It's easy to let it slide when Paolo's hand is on him and his arousal is getting more and more obvious by the second. He will do... absolutely nothing! Maybe.] They love to wonder, and who am I to get in the way of that? You're mine, and the local rumor mills might as well salivate over the rest.

[So those scared little Howlers don't get any ideas about their boss, because he might still be thinking about that.]

They're going to think I'm going soft... [Paolo mused, Howlers and the aristocracy both in mind. He blew smoke one last time before handing it back, sinking further down the couch so he was level. Was he too eager to suck dick? Probably.]

It's easier for you, up here while I actually have to walk this city... [Oh, his trip to the Dust District was going to be fun. He won't say more, though, resting his hand at the base of his length while he ran his tongue up the underside. He'll worry about getting jumped later.]

I go out. [Defensive!! But he does, he leaves the house. He has to if he wants to take pictures or stand around Duke Abele's kitchen so he gets his free money. Whatever else he has to say to that is interrupted by his deep exhale, relaxing more into the couch as Paolo licks at him. It feels good and yet isn't nearly enough, and that shuts Jindosh up for a moment.

He realizes his grip in Paolo's hair is tighter than it needs to be and lets go to smooth his hair back instead, running his fingers through more gently. He'll give up and pull on it later anyway...

After another moment, with a low chuckle,] I don't think "going soft" is the phrase I would use.

[Paolo knits his brows at his little joke, like it hadn't quite hit him yet. Of course they will, what is he getting at? He'll think about this as he made his way to the tip, swirling his tongue around the sensitive skin before taking it into his mouth...

... and laughing around it. It isn't so much the joke that makes him so happy, and more the fact Jindosh was relaxed enough to make it. He already likes this better than the first time, especially the way he's smiling. He kept his own lips around the head, moving his hand to stroke the skin he didn't cover.] Mhmmm...

[Briefly, Jindosh is baffled—is he that terrible at crude humor? Should he have prefaced with something vulgar about cocks?? But then Paolo laughs and Jindosh just sort of grunts, gripping into his hair again (already). The feeling is already incredible, slick and warm and then buzzing with Paolo's laughter, and the laughter itself squeezes around his heart to find a way in.

It's working. How dare he. Jindosh swears under his breath, letting his eyes slip shut so he can get lost in the feeling. That this is a public room in the house is now completely irrelevant...] Paolo, you... [...you suck dick good. Let him live.]

[Paolo has dozens of things he could taunt Jindosh with, but he refrains with a pleased hum instead. He loves that he's enjoying himself too much to make fun, sparing fond glances up at him every so often since he wouldn't be caught.

Confirmation that he is, in fact, falling for him is inconvenient. He's sucking dick. There was no place for the warmth in his chest, or how his heartbeat stuttered at the simple sight of Jindosh so relaxed. He'll blame it on the smoke, and use this as motivation to take him deeper, meeting his hand each time he went down on him.]

[Maybe the smoke is to blame for everything, up to and including Jindosh not worrying too much about keeping his walls up to enjoy himself. Sure, he enjoyed himself last night, but feeling afraid every five minutes in between made it kind of awkward... Like this, it's better. Maybe it's the smoke. Maybe it's the couch.

Of course, Jindosh knows it's Paolo; Paolo after they've spent the day together mostly in a good mood, Paolo after just enough mental stumbles that only make him want to stay with Paolo more instead of send him away. Damn, he does care.]

Damn, [he repeats only that much aloud at a whisper, hips trembling as he can't resist lifting them slightly to feel more of Paolo's mouth. His head is spinning and he's hot all over, infuriating but wonderful at once—this time when he stops pulling so much on Paolo's hair he kneads his fingers into it instead, an uncharacteristically gentle touch for him during all this. There are only so many ways to vaguely imply affection while someone is going down on him, after all... Take this one.]

[Paolo will take what he can get. He could handle the hair pulling-- some part of him probably liked it-- but he appreciates the more comforting touch. Here, he'll show his appreciation with a hum and taking him in deeper.

It's different than the evening before, with how he isn't nearly choking himself trying to prove something. He takes more of him in gradually, alternating between his hand and mouth taking skin when he came back to his frenulum. He doesn't pull with his own pleasure in mind, instead apply pressure just to urge him to move his hips as he liked.

When did he learn all these things?? Did Mindy tell him these things? These are things he wonders to avoid the fact he would very much like to spend the next day like this. And the day after... And after.]

[Jindosh definitely does not wonder where Paolo learned all of this—the speculation would honestly distract him, and right now all he cares about is Paolo and how good he feels. He keeps up the ministrations in Paolo's hair, trying and ultimately failing to hold back a short groan or two as Paolo sucks more of him. He's supposed to at least pretend he's quiet, since he doesn't care that they're in this room but he'll have to if some guard comes to see what the noise is about—but god. God.

Paolo is truly awful. But since he's been given implicit permission he takes advantage of the opportunity, lifting his hips more readily to press against Paolo's hand and tongue. He won't just full-on thrust into his face - the angle is not right for that, on top of how completely unconfident about doing it he feels - but this simple movement is enough to make him draw another shuddering breath and bite his lip to stop himself from vocalizing his pleasure again. Ah...]

You have no business being so... [pleasing? attractive? "sfndnfsdfgh"??] I can feel my productivity levels lowering.

[Lesson learned: give him good head and he's yours.]

[Paolo is all for Jindosh losing himself as much as he would allow, so he meets the rise in his hips with an encouraging groan. He'd like to keep being "sfndnfsdfgh," so as much as he'd like to pull back and respond...

He withdraws his hand from his length, but it was only to take what it had been covering. He shut his eyes and placed his hand on the other side of him, pressing with both fingers to assure him he could keep going. Each time he bopped his head, he was just short of taking all of him.

He groaned right through far-off footsteps, even more audibly than before. Paolo didn't seem to have any interest if they'd come investigate or not. Paolo is terrible.]

[Truly, Paolo is the worst. The thrill of doing this here becomes less of a thrill if someone actually finds them—Jindosh can handle the rumors, but something about the whispering and pretending-they're-not-looking from the staff and guards is so... so much worse. So when Paolo makes noise, Jindosh's fingers in his hair become a loose fist and he pulls, purposely harder than before, and not in a hot way.]

Don't you dare, [he says in almost a hiss, reaching for Paolo with his oher hand too, to grab at his shoulder and squeeze. Scolding. Sort of. It's a little hard to sound commanding when he can't get the shake out of his voice, but he's trying.] Be quiet.

[Paolo made another noise, but it was an unintentional groan of displeasure at how hard his hair was being pulled. He stilled to pay closer attention to their distance, long enough to catch that they were not talking about the possibility of a dick sucking nearby.

He didn't seem to care much for what they were talking about, because he raises a hand to push on Jindosh's to let him go. None of this is going to stop him from going back down on him, and he has no concern on if continuing will be too hard on the recipient. He wants him to be quiet, fine, Jindosh can try!!]

[Ah, he's merciless... Jindosh pulls his other hand back to himself to cover his own mouth, since now that he's thinking about being quiet it's become increasingly difficult to stay that way. He presses up with his hips again, not desperate to finish but craving more of this feeling, as needy as that makes him feel.

The further away the footsteps and not-about-dicks conversation goes, the more he relaxes back to the state he was in before. Getting closer to orgasm is the primary urgency now, and he slides his hand out of Paolo's hair to smooth his thumb over his cheek instead. Terrible—he likes Paolo so much more than he should.]

Paolo, [another whisper, not nearly as disapproving.] I feel... [Ngh. Not right this second.] You are maddeningly good at this.

[Jindosh is just as terrible. He can't do these things without expecting Paolo to moan, though it was low and more mindful than the last even with the risk long gone. He can be taught.

He turns his head into Jindosh's hand, lingering in his touch before he moves to take all of his length in the next press of his hips. He chokes initially, because who wouldn't, but it doesn't make him any less determined to do it again. It seems praise has made him more eager to get him there, if that were possible.] Mhmmm...

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