[ Okay, it's kind of hot hearing something so intimate said out loud, the sound sinking straight to the pit of his stomach. His wings close around Jewel's cheeks in embarrassment before he pulls his thumb away to kiss Jewel harder than before, teeth applying pressure around his lower lip. ]
[ His teeth dig in a little, giving Jewel’s lower lip a sharp tug before releasing it and pressing more kisses down his jaw. He pauses to murmur against his skin- ]
[ He gently bites a patch of skin beneath his earlobe, sucking on it with little intensity so he doesn't leave a mark before nipping the bottom edge of his earlobe. ]
[ He removes his other glove and shifts to straddle Jewel's waist as he nudges his shirt aside to nibble along his collar bone. ]
Then coincidentally apt for you. [ The singer part at least. He doesn't think any of them are bursting with happiness. ] It does make me wonder if our names speak anything of our destinies.
It has religious connotations...someone holy or belonging to a god. Considering how my parents wanted to market me and my sister as holy, pure, and blessed, it was fitting to them.
[ He sits up so he can help shrug off his shirt and push Jewel's hand to where his own heart is hammering wildly. ]
I do not want to be treated as something sacred forever.
Thank you, and I am not either if you want to do something too, though I would recommend avoiding my wings if you do not want me to be distracted.
[ He fingers move in a slow circle over his nipples until they pebble enough for him to lower his mouth and chance a lick. His lips then latch around one, gently suckling as his hands trail lower, stroking along his rib cage as heat fills his own face and lungs fast. ]
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I know you would. I trust you. You have my blessing to use it in private as well.
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Well...technically....you didn't finish telling me.
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Dominic is the name my parents gave me.
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Dominic.
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I believe it is your turn now.
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Shadi. I like it. It suits you.
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You think so?
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I do. What does it mean?
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[Lays back against the bed, pulling Friday down with him before smoothing his hands down the other man's chest]
By pure coincidence, in another language, it means singer.
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Then coincidentally apt for you. [ The singer part at least. He doesn't think any of them are bursting with happiness. ] It does make me wonder if our names speak anything of our destinies.
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[Breathes out quietly, starting to work Friday's shirt open from the bottom button up]
What does your name mean then?
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[ He sits up so he can help shrug off his shirt and push Jewel's hand to where his own heart is hammering wildly. ]
I do not want to be treated as something sacred forever.
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I can help with that... If it's what you really want.
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[ He closes both hands around Jewel's and brings it to his mouth so he can tentatively lick two of his fingers, trying to master his own fears. ]
How far would you like to go?
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Shouldn't I be asking you that? Afterall, I'm far from a virgin.
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I can– I can try using my mouth if that is all right with you? I would need more practice for anything more involved.
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Practice?
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If I do not want to make a mistake...though it has largely involved reading and studying up until now.
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I know...but I want it to feel good for you, too, so please stop me if I do something wrong.
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[Arches his back up off the bed and into Friday's touch]
Try not to worry too much though, I'm not fragile.
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[ He fingers move in a slow circle over his nipples until they pebble enough for him to lower his mouth and chance a lick. His lips then latch around one, gently suckling as his hands trail lower, stroking along his rib cage as heat fills his own face and lungs fast. ]
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