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[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...

Kirin, [It's hard to sound stern when his breath hitches like it does, but no one can say he didn't try. He was making a real effort not to let his resolve crumble as easily here, but it's hard when his strokes are more infuriating than relieving.]

You... you aren't, you could go back to work making things I can't even dream of. Nobody can. But I'd really, really appreciate it. [God, he knows he's dancing the line of pleading. It doesn't help that he adds,] Please, Kirin.

[Oh, he's not so much dancing that line as sprinting over it, as far as Jindosh is concerned. Such a quick appeal to his genius? Paolo is truly desperate to be touched, and Jindosh appreciates a good compliment.]

Look at me, [he says, lifting his hand from Paolo's back to tilt his chin up with a finger. He looks at Paolo for a beat too long, with some kind of fond emotion, then kisses him as he palms his length more readily - but still through fabric. He's building up to it, alright.] You have my attention, Paolo. I'm here.

[And so are his Feelings, damn them.]

[For someone not in love with him, Jindosh is doing a good job of pulling Paolo head-over-heels. He's easy, he's so easy, but he's beyond caring if it means he'll get him looks like that. He's been starved of affection for too long now.

So he runs his fingers through his hair, settling them at the back of Jindosh's head and bracing his other hand on his shoulder. He had to, leaning up and into him like that to kiss him again.] And you're... you're not going anywhere.

[For someone only kind of in love with him, Paolo is making it absurdly obvious. Jindosh kisses him back generously, slipping that hand back down to his waist now that Paolo is with the program.]

It is my house. [Ha! Jokes! But really, he's apparently content to kiss Paolo again, slower this time, and pull his teasing hand up to finally dip his fingers past Paolo's waistband and stroke him skin-to-skin. He'd make another pseudo-snide comment, but he's busy kissing.]

[He's going to have to spare him pseudo-snide comments for like, another minute or two here. But Paolo can only stay on his toes for so long, and when he does break away, he's pulling Jindosh forward while stepping back.

Let him get to the bed, please god. He's already biting his lip to avoid making a sound.]

[Where does he think he's going with Jindosh's hand down his pants, that's the real question. Jindosh supposes he can follow when he's pulled, lest he just take his hand away and stand there just looking at him. Paolo biting his lip makes his heart turn over in a way he'll never be used to, and even as they're finally making their way to the bed he leans back down to kiss him again.

Ugh. Terrible. Get to the bed before he loses his patience in an entirely different way.]

[He is going to bed, thank you!! He only stops when the back of his legs hit the bedside, but he doesn't will himself over it straight away. No, he saw the way he looked at him before he leaned in, and he responds by biting down on Jindosh's lip in turn.

That was about as harsh as he could get tonight, really, and it was nothing. He didn't even draw blood. Pathetic.]

[No, that's not fair at all. Jindosh can't help the noise he makes against Paolo's lips, something breathy that becomes a groan. Paolo is the worst...]

Down, [he says, and nudges Paolo back. Get down there so he can touch more dick and say nothing at all about his feelings.]

[Paolo is supposed to remember to ask about his feelings, but there isn't much thought beyond falling back into bed. He moves back for the space to follow, dragging his pants past his knees to be kicked off. Somewhere. He didn't care where yet again.]

Not a dog, [he says, well after the fact he just took orders to get his dick touched.]

[Paolo is so easy. Jindosh doesn't hesitate before climbing over him, bracing himself with one hand next to Paolo while the other goes back to stroking him. He's not wasting time anymore, Paolo can thank him later for that.]

No, but you are mine. [A helpful reminder as he squeezes down his length and pulls up again, pausing to rub his thumb over the tip. Tell him he's smart again...]

I'm yours. [He confirms, just before a low groan, reaching up to ball one hand in the fabric of Jindosh's shirt and the other in the sheets. He leaned his head back and pressed his hips up into his hand with more ease than when they were standing.] I'm yours...

[He is smart, though, so it didn't take much for him to keep spilling praise. He was easy.] I've been yours all hours of the day, here or not. You think I'd listen to anyone else that long? Make an idiot of myself trying to get a fraction of what you know? If I'm gonna fall for-- [shit, no, too far, but oh well,] -- for anyone, it's going to be the smartest man in all the Isles.

[Paolo keeps saying things like that and Jindosh is going to start believing him. More than he already does—it's too strange an occurrence to not be believed, he thinks. What would Paolo gain from pretending to be in love with him? As much as Jindosh is always ready to shoot someone with his clunky pistol, Paolo is more than capable of beating the hell out of him if all he wants is Jindosh's killer machines.

So he's probably telling the truth, Jindosh has decided, and that's something to behold. Something that keeps him here despite totally not being in love with Paolo, just fonder of him than he should be and now very generous about stroking him faster, leaning down to kiss at his neck and breathe in the warmth of his skin.

But he's not in love with him. He hums against Paolo's neck, because he's not in love with him.] Then be mine from now on. Your reputation will recover.

[He says "from now on" and he means something like a relationship, the kind real people and adults have, but shut up.]

[Jindosh asks for a relationship like Paolo says he likes him. It takes a moment to piece together the from now on, what which his tip slick with pre-come and lips against his neck. Funnily enough, he's distracted from Jindosh not being in love with him with some questionable affectionate things.

But he finds it within himself to reply between biting backs noises of pleasure.] I've been yours for awhile now, but... yeah, yeah, from now on. I don't care what they say, I don't... fuck...

[He's beginning to understand why Jindosh likes playing with his hair so much, because he's threading his fingers back through the strands to keep him close. This little confirmation of what they are has him smiling, through arching his back into his hand. And he will say it's why he's already so near his end, because fuck you, he's not that easy.]

[Hmm, fingers in his hair do feel nice, not because of emotions, because Jindosh wouldn't know anything about that. He breathes out a laugh against Paolo's skin next, kissing up close to his ear.]

Liar, [he says, because they're both ready to fight all the time. He quickens the pace of his strokes, squeezing around his tip more before dragging his hand back down.] The local rabble won't change my mind.

I'd kill them before... before they got the chance. [Paolo will admit he's a liar if it means he can say he'll kill a man. He means it, too, if words aren't enough then the tightening grip in his hair should be.

Or he's bluffing and close to coming. The latter is more likely, with the way he tenses under him, turning his head to lean it into Jindosh's with a choked Kirin before he spills into his hand.]

[It's worth noting that Jindosh is endeared by Paolo's professions of murder and some kind of enraptured by the way he tenses and grips his hair before he comes. It's worth noting this, because his first thought about Paolo coming in his hand is "ew," and it takes almost all of his self control to keep stroking him to bring him down from his high rather than wiping his hand on Paolo's leg or something.

He's trying, alright. He's doing okay. Instead of his hand, he puts his focus back on kissing Paolo's face again.] How menacing. I'm sure they'll learn to live in fear again soon enough.

[Aw, Jindosh is sweet. Paolo won't realize this right away, catching his breath and hazily leaning to meet his kisses with his own. God, he's so easy. He should hate this.]

You gonna stay in bed again? [He should hate that that's his first question after an orgasm, instead of making a smart, dismissive remark. He should hate that he was his somewhat officially now. But he loves it. He loves him.] With uh... work?

[That's gay, Paolo. Jindosh shifts away from him briefly, after he gets his kisses - to finally shrug his jacket off the rest of the way, and none-too-subtly tug a handkerchief out of its pocket to wipe his hand before he drops both of these somewhere else on the bed. Then he's back, leaning on his elbow to consider Paolo for a beat before sighing and lying all the way down on his side.

He's not in love. He slips his arm around Paolo's waist for every reason besides his feelings.] I'm not keen on going all the way back downstairs.

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