[ 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. ]
When you say that, it makes me want to touch your wings more.
[Practically purrs at the feeling of Friday's mouth on his skin, his hands gripping onto his shoulders and sliding down to smooth over his shoulder blades before lightly dragging his nails back up the same path, leaving little pink trails against Friday's skin in their wake]
[ Not that scratching near where his other wings are dying to burst out through is any less distracting, shuddering at the sensation of keeping them in as he drags his lips lower over Jewel's stomach, tongue dipping into his navel while one hand draws between Jewel's legs, massaging the growing bulge there over his clothes. ]
And I did, though I kept it hidden because it was too racy by my own parent's definition. I am sure they would have had a lot of questions and admonishments otherwise.
[Lets his breath catch, enjoying the feeling of lips and tongue against his skin before pressing his lap into Friday's hand with a lazy roll of his hips.]
And? How does the real deal look in comparison? Does my poster have me beat?
I will have to test that another day, and I would say you look more beautiful in person, but those words must ring hollow by now after a lifetime of being adored and complimented by fans.
Some sentiments are better expressed through actions than words, and I would not do this for just anyone. Take what you will from that.
[ He tugs Jewel's pants open before sinking lower, nuzzling the growing arousal beneath a thin layer with his lips, his wings shuttering his face for a moment as he does, trying not to let his own nerves shoot through the roof. His own skin is overheated and throbbing everywhere, and if he glances up, he thinks he might come undone already at the sight of Jewel disheveled on his bed. ]
I hear that I'm beautiful quite often... Still...hearing that from some people matters more, doesn't it?
[Reaches down to carefully run his fingers through Friday's hair, brushing it out of his face before tangling there gently as he shifts around on the bed slightly to help abate the feeling pooling in his lap under Friday's attention]
Afterall...I'm sure your fans tell you how handsome you are. So, surely you understand.
They do, but it is true. I like hearing it from you more. It feels more genuine.
[ His wings twitch eagerly as Jewel's fingers barely brush against them, and he peels down Jewel's underwear by the waistband, freeing him from the fabric at last, more heat clouding Friday's own cheeks and neck as his eyes crease open. Is it rude to stare? Probably, but he's never indulged in porn, and the novelty and excitement of this is catching up to him. ]
I...you look nice...here too. I will try and be careful. Is there anything you particularly enjoy?
[Laughs a little in surprise when he feels Friday's nervous gaze on him, reaching down to help pull his pants and underwear the rest of the way off so that Friday has a mostly nude Jewel perched on his bed.]
You can slow down a little. I won't disappear, I promise.
[Reaches out to take Friday's chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling him in for a quick kiss before brushing that thumb over his bottom lip]
You haven't really seen another man naked in this intimate of a setting, right? Least of all on your bed. You can look at me, it's fine. You can look at me and you can touch me.
[ He licks Jewel's thumb, eyes briefly shuttering close without thinking, before kissing the inside of his palm and his wrist. ]
I have not, but I was worried I would look a little too lecherous and improper if I did.
[ He slides away just to remove his own pants, staying in boxer-briefs before crawling between Jewel's legs, his hands parting his thighs, traveling upwards, as he tries to steel his nerves. Trembling fingers slowly wrap around the base of his cock, being gentle when he clenches inwards and strokes upwards, his own eyes dilated yet hyper-focused as he studies him. ]
You really are breathtaking like this. How are you able to relax so easily in this setting?
You said you didn't want to be sacred forever, right? So, for tonight, just worry about belonging to me. Lecherous or improper....don't worry about things like that. Just fill your head with me, okay?
[Lets his legs fall open at Friday's touch, as calm as Friday isn't, before stretching out one leg to hook around Friday's, keeping him close as he looks Friday over in return, his gaze following the graceful lines of the other man's body]
It is, but I prefer you more wicked than saintly. We would never get very far otherwise.
[ His fingers clench inwards again, stroking Jewel with more vigor instead of hesitation as he tries to force himself to stop being self-conscious and hyper-aware of himself. His other hand braves stroking gently across Jewel's balls, doing what he can to coax him to full arousal as he leans down to tentatively stroke the tip with his tongue, catching the usual salt-tinged taste of flesh more than anything else. ]
If I let you do anything you wanted in return, what would you do?
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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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[Practically purrs at the feeling of Friday's mouth on his skin, his hands gripping onto his shoulders and sliding down to smooth over his shoulder blades before lightly dragging his nails back up the same path, leaving little pink trails against Friday's skin in their wake]
Did you really have a poster of me...?
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[ Not that scratching near where his other wings are dying to burst out through is any less distracting, shuddering at the sensation of keeping them in as he drags his lips lower over Jewel's stomach, tongue dipping into his navel while one hand draws between Jewel's legs, massaging the growing bulge there over his clothes. ]
And I did, though I kept it hidden because it was too racy by my own parent's definition. I am sure they would have had a lot of questions and admonishments otherwise.
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[Lets his breath catch, enjoying the feeling of lips and tongue against his skin before pressing his lap into Friday's hand with a lazy roll of his hips.]
And? How does the real deal look in comparison? Does my poster have me beat?
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Some sentiments are better expressed through actions than words, and I would not do this for just anyone. Take what you will from that.
[ He tugs Jewel's pants open before sinking lower, nuzzling the growing arousal beneath a thin layer with his lips, his wings shuttering his face for a moment as he does, trying not to let his own nerves shoot through the roof. His own skin is overheated and throbbing everywhere, and if he glances up, he thinks he might come undone already at the sight of Jewel disheveled on his bed. ]
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[Reaches down to carefully run his fingers through Friday's hair, brushing it out of his face before tangling there gently as he shifts around on the bed slightly to help abate the feeling pooling in his lap under Friday's attention]
Afterall...I'm sure your fans tell you how handsome you are. So, surely you understand.
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[ His wings twitch eagerly as Jewel's fingers barely brush against them, and he peels down Jewel's underwear by the waistband, freeing him from the fabric at last, more heat clouding Friday's own cheeks and neck as his eyes crease open. Is it rude to stare? Probably, but he's never indulged in porn, and the novelty and excitement of this is catching up to him. ]
I...you look nice...here too. I will try and be careful. Is there anything you particularly enjoy?
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You can slow down a little. I won't disappear, I promise.
[Reaches out to take Friday's chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling him in for a quick kiss before brushing that thumb over his bottom lip]
You haven't really seen another man naked in this intimate of a setting, right? Least of all on your bed. You can look at me, it's fine. You can look at me and you can touch me.
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I have not, but I was worried I would look a little too lecherous and improper if I did.
[ He slides away just to remove his own pants, staying in boxer-briefs before crawling between Jewel's legs, his hands parting his thighs, traveling upwards, as he tries to steel his nerves. Trembling fingers slowly wrap around the base of his cock, being gentle when he clenches inwards and strokes upwards, his own eyes dilated yet hyper-focused as he studies him. ]
You really are breathtaking like this. How are you able to relax so easily in this setting?
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[Lets his legs fall open at Friday's touch, as calm as Friday isn't, before stretching out one leg to hook around Friday's, keeping him close as he looks Friday over in return, his gaze following the graceful lines of the other man's body]
Or is that too wicked for me to ask of you?
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[ His fingers clench inwards again, stroking Jewel with more vigor instead of hesitation as he tries to force himself to stop being self-conscious and hyper-aware of himself. His other hand braves stroking gently across Jewel's balls, doing what he can to coax him to full arousal as he leans down to tentatively stroke the tip with his tongue, catching the usual salt-tinged taste of flesh more than anything else. ]
If I let you do anything you wanted in return, what would you do?
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