[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.
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.]
Kirin, [he says, chasing his lips until he has to be pulled to get going. He'd call himself a wolf, moments ago, but he's still following him like he was no more than a lovesick puppy.
He'll just blame the smoking. It's fine.] I was multitasking.
[Paolo calls him by his first name because he's kind of in love with him, Jindosh thinks, but all he does is tug his collar again to get him to follow faster. They could do without Paolo wandering around the house with his dick hard, probably...]
And you almost managed to do it well. Now come to bed with me.
Almost. Yeah, right... [Paolo scoffs, but he won't argue it. His dick being hard is becoming a real discomfort here, so it's Paolo who winds up pulling Jindosh along when he sees those guards are close to coming by again. Now he's quiet when they're near.
He wasn't kidding when he said two minutes was too long, though, because when they reach the threshold he's kicking off his shoes (and socks), going to touch his pin yet again. He's as delicate as last time, but it's to place it in the pocket of his jacket.] You really gotta wear this shit every day? You don't leave the lab.
[Thank god he's taking off his socks before Jindosh has to be aware of them again. That's so considerate. He watches Paolo, slipping an arm around his waist when he comes close again to complain about his pin. Hm.]
You make it so obvious that you haven't rubbed enough elbows with the actual nobility. Their garments would put you into fits, if you object so strongly to mine. [The high socks? The stupidly elaborate jackets? Jindosh has a pin and crushed leather, be thankful.
Now then, he shifts forward to press his thigh against Paolo's arousal through his pants. Hey.] What are we going to do with you, Paolo...? [tsk tsk.....]
I don't want to bed the actual nobility, Ki... rin. [Paolo falters with the press forward, crushed leather becoming even more crushed under his fingers. It doesn't take much to the heat rise in his face, and how easy he was red only made it a darker.
He still makes an effort to undo the buttons, fumbling and all. Bless his heart.] I want you. And I don't want to rub elbows.
[Paolo being kind of in love with him is flattering, now. Jindosh hums like he's still just considering going through with getting undressed, even as he lazily slips his fingers under Paolo's shirt collar and around to the buttons. He opens the first one as slowly as he physically can.
The smoke and sucking him off have put him in a much more sexually confident place, it seems.]
I know. You're transparent. It's part of your charm, your complete aversion to subtlety. I like it. [This he emphasizes by pressing his leg further between Paolo's, holding him steady with the arm around his waist. More buttons coming undone...]
[Paolo didn't know where he'd suddenly gotten this from, but whatever he was going to say was lost on him. He shouldn't be so easily enraptured, but... Well, he was kinda in love with him.] Y-Yeah.
[Yeah? That's all he can manage, really? Internally cursing himself, he makes up for it in successfully opening Jindosh's jacket.] I'm uh... glad... I'm real glad you like me. [That isn't any less embarrassing to say, especially accompanied by pressing down into Jindosh's thigh.]
[This just gets funnier and funnier... Jindosh presses into Paolo's back with the heel of his hand, putting pressure on his spine the way he goes to pieces over so nicely. Yeah? Yeah, and "I'm real glad you like me," incredible. If Jindosh didn't like him as much as he does, he'd laugh aloud.
He does chuckle, low in his throat, but he doesn't pull away to cackle meanly and leave Paolo there. So. Give and take.]
I know, [he says again, sliding his hand down to tug open the front of Paolo's pants. His pants that Paolo is wearing. Details.] I wonder exactly how glad you are that I'm so fond of you.
[Glad enough to cooperate with his hand slipping into those pants now, to grip his length through his underwear? Is Jindosh even going to let Paolo reach the bed?? It's uncertain.]
[Okay, Paolo said he would make it to the bed last time, but there's a small doubt of that in the back of his mind with hands on either side of him. To be fair, he's been achingly hard for longer than he can remember, and touching his back was just a dirty move. The sharp inhale in response was beyond his control.]
T-That enough to let you know? [He managed a grin, but there's no confidence in it. Not compared to Jindosh's.] I'm not gonna beg.
[Jindosh likes to win, and he's winning now - the very important bet of whether or not Paolo will make it to the bed before getting off. Jindosh is already smirking at him, enjoying the way Paolo keeps trying to go on with his confident tough guy facade even in this situation.]
Aren't you? [He shifts his hand down further, stroking him slowly through fabric. Tell him he's smart, baby.] It's not as if I'm obligated to do this for you...
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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.
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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!!]
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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.
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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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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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?
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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]
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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.
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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.
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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...
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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.
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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.]
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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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He'll just blame the smoking. It's fine.] I was multitasking.
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And you almost managed to do it well. Now come to bed with me.
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He wasn't kidding when he said two minutes was too long, though, because when they reach the threshold he's kicking off his shoes (and socks), going to touch his pin yet again. He's as delicate as last time, but it's to place it in the pocket of his jacket.] You really gotta wear this shit every day? You don't leave the lab.
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You make it so obvious that you haven't rubbed enough elbows with the actual nobility. Their garments would put you into fits, if you object so strongly to mine. [The high socks? The stupidly elaborate jackets? Jindosh has a pin and crushed leather, be thankful.
Now then, he shifts forward to press his thigh against Paolo's arousal through his pants. Hey.] What are we going to do with you, Paolo...? [tsk tsk.....]
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He still makes an effort to undo the buttons, fumbling and all. Bless his heart.] I want you. And I don't want to rub elbows.
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The smoke and sucking him off have put him in a much more sexually confident place, it seems.]
I know. You're transparent. It's part of your charm, your complete aversion to subtlety. I like it. [This he emphasizes by pressing his leg further between Paolo's, holding him steady with the arm around his waist. More buttons coming undone...]
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[Yeah? That's all he can manage, really? Internally cursing himself, he makes up for it in successfully opening Jindosh's jacket.] I'm uh... glad... I'm real glad you like me. [That isn't any less embarrassing to say, especially accompanied by pressing down into Jindosh's thigh.]
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He does chuckle, low in his throat, but he doesn't pull away to cackle meanly and leave Paolo there. So. Give and take.]
I know, [he says again, sliding his hand down to tug open the front of Paolo's pants. His pants that Paolo is wearing. Details.] I wonder exactly how glad you are that I'm so fond of you.
[Glad enough to cooperate with his hand slipping into those pants now, to grip his length through his underwear? Is Jindosh even going to let Paolo reach the bed?? It's uncertain.]
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T-That enough to let you know? [He managed a grin, but there's no confidence in it. Not compared to Jindosh's.] I'm not gonna beg.
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Aren't you? [He shifts his hand down further, stroking him slowly through fabric. Tell him he's smart, baby.] It's not as if I'm obligated to do this for you...
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