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[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...

[Oh—choking, how different. Jindosh peers at him, concerned admittedly mostly for the reason that that's his dick being choked on, but it seems like Paolo is a good sport, so he slumps back against the couch again. He is a great, attentive lover, that Jindosh.]

Don't get— [cocky, he nearly says, but he catches himself in time and breathes out the rest of that sentence on a low laugh. No, no more of that, he's made his singular lewd joke for the evening... Paolo's really doing it for him though, of course, so with an odd sort of half-grip against Paolo's jaw that's still managing to be gentle (gentle and needy), he changes course:] Don't stop.

[As if that were an option... It won't be much longer that he lasts, but maybe he'll at least manage to tug on Paolo's hair to let him know in advance, since he's all but chewing his own lip now to keep quiet. Considerately.]

[It's a good thing he holds back that joke, because Paolo would have been laughing around his dick again. He could be cute, he could drag this out, but he has a feeling that would lead to harsh hair pulling again. And, well, the jaw he was holding was more than likely to be sore in the morning.

So he'll remain serious for now. He still reached and pushed his limits, going that far each time, running his hands down from his hips and over his thighs to avoid digging his fingers in. Where Jindosh is silent he moans, and when Jindosh cants his hips up he goes down. He can hardly spare any glances like this, but he still tries to catch for when he was over the edge.]

[Don't dick laugh him... That would kill the mood. Not enough to stop him now, but Jindosh doesn't want to remember anything about sex by thinking about Paolo laughing on his dick. He threads his fingers back into Paolo's hair and tugs, nicely, the movement of his hips getting increasingly more frequent. Somehow he's still mostly quiet, making more noise with his breathing than anything else—if Paolo was hoping for more audible flattery, he'll have to take a rain check.

Still, it isn't much longer before Jindosh curls his fingers into Paolo's hair and gives one final sharp tug and hisses his name, all the warning he can manage before he comes. For a few fleeting, blissful moments Paolo is his entire world—mouth, hands, the weight against him, until reality sneaks back in and Paolo is only about half of his world afterwards. Jindosh sinks back into the couch, breathing heavily, his other hand over his face. Ah... give him a second.]

[He can have a couple of seconds, because half of his world is getting accustomed to swallowing. He normally wouldn't, but the everything in the room is so nice, and he'd rather not hear complaints about a mess.

He still wipes his mouth with his hand, then his hand on his pants, but otherwise leaves no evidence when he leans back. There's smugness in his smile, despite how uncomfortable this has made wearing pants. Whatever, he'll just smoke again.] You almost said a lot of things, there. Should I be worried about any of them?

[Half of his world is a good sport and knows him so well, how nice. Jindosh still lies there with his face covered for a moment, so he misses Paolo wiping his hand on his pants (ew), but he peers at him through his fingers when he speaks. Ah.

No, he can't actually say aloud anything he was thinking just moments ago. How much he's enjoyed being with Paolo today, how comfortable Paolo has made him feel—it's too brand new of an experience to share when he doesn't wholly understand it himself. So.]

No. [He sighs, shifting to tug his pants back up but not actually sit up; this is enough, he's covered... tousled and still faintly red in the face, but covered. No wandering staff can prove anything.] Ask me again later and perhaps I'll tell you.

[sexy negotiations]

I won't forget. [He promises, patiently waiting for him to get back in order before leaning back over him. He was going to steal a kiss, but he finds himself straightening his jacket and readjusting his pin. Paolo has gone soft... in one way, at least.]

We can't keep doing that in here. [Ugh, it's entirely Jindosh's fault that he's reaching to run a hand through his hair. He should be suggesting they do worse things, but he seems too wrapped in him looking like this.] I'd start to miss hearing you.

[Oh... that's sweet of him, in a way. Jindosh watches him fuss at him and remembers: Paolo is kind of in love with him, or something? It's a thin overlay to everything he does now; he smokes a little and Paolo is in love with him, Paolo fiddles with his pin and is somewhat in love with him—it's distracting.

He hums, quirking an eyebrow as he lifts his hand to touch Paolo's cheek again. Hmm.] This was your idea.

[Just saying. They could have just gotten high, but nooo.] Next time you'll have to wait the extra two minutes to get upstairs.

That's two minutes I could be kissing you. [He kisses him because he's in love with him, obviously. Speaking of kissing, he's going to lean forward and do that. Jindosh is thinking about something, and he doesn't care to know what it is. Just to make him stop it.

Pay attention to how sweet he is!!] We should probably head up there, hm? [He says before another, a smirk tugging at his lips.] Wouldn't want those guards coming back...

[He is sweet, and Jindosh is fascinated by it. He likes kissing him, at least, dropping his hand to Paolo's collar to keep him close. For kisses. Not feelings.

Maybe a few feelings.] Multitask, Paolo. [kiss him while walking... And even though he's just tugged him close, now he nudges him back.] Get up, then.

Just... a few more... [Paolo complains about not being in bed, then spends all his time kissing Jindosh. He has no right to by the time he's done, moving off him to stand.

He'd said just a few more, and yet he's still looking to kiss him again the moment he's back on his feet. Paolo is awful.]

[Paolo. Jindosh does indulge him, but he's going to sit up and then stand up whether Paolo gets off of him or not. Stop thirsting for a minute and come upstairs with him.]

Paolo, [he says against his lips, once they're finally upright. He's also making a half-assed effort to finger-comb his own hair back into place, which is working well enough. Hmm.] Upstairs.

[A helpful reminder... if he has to pull on his collar again to get him to go, he will.]

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