[ Shudders gently as Jewel's breath ghosts over him and as his hand brushes too close to his own hard cock, but he tries to behave. ]
Some would consider that a compliment. Besides, if you go too slow, I will start overthinking everything, and I would rather keep focusing on you and how good you feel against me.
So I should go fast then? That's how to really work you up? Is that what you're saying?
[Despite that, he takes his sweet time pressing a series of feather light kisses down the perfectly smooth skin of Friday's chest and stomach, keeping that hand flat against Friday's lower belly to keep him from shifting around too much]
[ His stomach muscles twitch with every kiss as he watches Jewel, his feathers moving over his face as he grows flustered at the fleeting softness of his lips and how gentle Jewel's expression looks. ]
No...this is good, too. More tender than I was expecting.
[ Jumps at the bite as his fingers thread through Jewel's soft hair, biting his inner cheek quickly to stop himself from moaning before urging him to keep going as he parts his thighs wider. ]
Fast, medium, slow...it makes no difference in the end. I simply want you, just you, and I want you to feel good too, so tell me what you need from me, too.
[Nuzzles Friday's thigh, letting the ends of his hair tickle Friday's skin before sealing his mouth over the skin there, intent on leaving a nice dark mark there as he reaches out to smooth a hand along the other leg, dragging the blunt edge of his nails up his thigh and over the curve of his hip]
What I want? How about you stop holding back? That's what I want.
[ Lets out a shuddered breath, another moan building in the back of his throat as he feels his dick twitch harder at the sensation of having his skin sucked and the sight of Jewel's mouth moving over him obscenely. His fingers twist harder around his hair, uncaring if Jewel leaves a mark (hoping for it even) as he spreads his legs wider. ]
Trying not to wake up the others...Gray would kill us both. Probably me first, but...more. Please keep going.
[Leans in, scraping the edge of his teeth over the curve of Friday's hip before working on leaving a hickey just above his hip bone next. Meanwhile the one on his thigh blossoms nice and dark. He can't help but smile when he feels Friday's legs part, nails digging in a little more.]
What a high level move. You're going to make me blush at this rate.
Making you blush would be a feat. I am tempted to try. What would even fluster you?
[ Conceiving of ideas is difficult when he's trying hard not to arch or squirm around too much in Jewel's grasp. As it is, he's also struggling and failing not to rake his fingers hard down Jewel's neck and upper back, needing something to dig into for purchase when he's trying not to touch himself either. ]
[ The bite draws a gasp from him, hips bucking up as he feels his own arousal throb from pressure and his fingers scraping harder between Jewel's shoulder blades. ]
So me being unabashed is what flusters you? Or maybe I should say something like I have touched myself before while imagining you in a similar fashion, grinning wickedly while teasing me and leaving me on edge?
[ His eyes widen as his white feathers veil his face more tightly. ]
I did not know voyeurism was your fetish of choice...or is it just one of many?
[ He tries to focus on the goal of knocking Jewel off-balance as he reaches for the hand lotion on his bedside table, refusing to do this dry if he must do it at all. He dislikes the chafing sensation, so he gets one of hands all nice and slick before hesitantly stroking the length of his own cock all the way up to head, following the natural curve of it, his grip trembling when he catches Jewel's gaze between his feathers. ]
[ His mouth captures Jewel's lips immediately as his other hand clutches the base of Jewel's spine, dragging his body back closer until he is near enough that Friday can stroke both his own and Jewel's cocks, pressing and squeezing them gently together in his grip. The stimulation is enough to drag a loud moan out of himself, one he's quick to muffle with Jewel's mouth before anyone else hears as he tries to edge them both closer to release. ]
[ He nuzzles his forehead and nose against Jewel's as he breathes out. ]
I just wanted to touch you too for a moment and feel you. In case you have not noticed by now, I am attracted to you.
[ He releases Jewel so he can grab more lotion to wet his fingers while his other hand keeps stroking their arousals together, his movements slowing down so he doesn't go overboard too quickly again. ]
[Runs his fingertips along the dips and curves of Friday's hips and chest, nails catching gently on his nipples, thumbs brushing over them firmly to help alleviate the sting]
Attracted to me? When you look like you do? I would think I seem rather plain in comparison.
[ Hisses softly at the contact, arching up into Jewel's hands as he releases their cocks just so he sneak his own freshly-lotioned fingers between his own legs, trying to steel his resolve as he brushes them against his own puckered rim. ]
Not at all, but if you are blind to your own appeal, I will have to do better to convince you otherwise.
[ Bites back as a gasp as he cups the back of Jewel's neck, keeping him there, his focus splintered between Jewel's teeth and his own fingers pushing deeper into himself. ]
Having a type is limiting and reductive. I am drawn to whoever I am drawn to. There is no deeper rationale, try as I have to come up with any. Maybe it's your eyes, maybe it's your singing voice, maybe it's the few moments where you drop all pretense with me.
[ Presses another finger into himself, moving deeper, hips rolling to drag his cock against Jewel's stomach as he pushes his face into the crown of Jewel's hair, inhaling the scent of it. ]
Jewel...Shadi...I don't know how much longer I will last touching myself with your mouth on me.
[Kisses and nips his way down Friday's chest, taking his time, decorating his skin with reminders of Jewel's presence before pressing his tongue to the other man's length, running the flat of his tongue up against the underside in an languid swipe from base to tip]
[ He has to pull his fingers out of himself just so he can clap a hand over his mouth, trying to stay quiet for whoever he shares a wall with. It's difficult with Jewel looking devious between his legs, his own fingers twisting around his blond hair. He wants to buck up, wants to squirm, wants to cry out, but he's trying to behave. ]
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Some would consider that a compliment. Besides, if you go too slow, I will start overthinking everything, and I would rather keep focusing on you and how good you feel against me.
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[Despite that, he takes his sweet time pressing a series of feather light kisses down the perfectly smooth skin of Friday's chest and stomach, keeping that hand flat against Friday's lower belly to keep him from shifting around too much]
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No...this is good, too. More tender than I was expecting.
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What do you like more though? I want to give you what you enjoy the most.
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Fast, medium, slow...it makes no difference in the end. I simply want you, just you, and I want you to feel good too, so tell me what you need from me, too.
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What I want? How about you stop holding back? That's what I want.
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Trying not to wake up the others...Gray would kill us both. Probably me first, but...more. Please keep going.
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What a high level move. You're going to make me blush at this rate.
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[ Conceiving of ideas is difficult when he's trying hard not to arch or squirm around too much in Jewel's grasp. As it is, he's also struggling and failing not to rake his fingers hard down Jewel's neck and upper back, needing something to dig into for purchase when he's trying not to touch himself either. ]
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[Bites down on his hip for emphasis]
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So me being unabashed is what flusters you? Or maybe I should say something like I have touched myself before while imagining you in a similar fashion, grinning wickedly while teasing me and leaving me on edge?
Or do you need to hear something more lurid?
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[Takes one of Friday’s hands, guiding it down and curling it around his own cock by way of explanation]
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I did not know voyeurism was your fetish of choice...or is it just one of many?
[ He tries to focus on the goal of knocking Jewel off-balance as he reaches for the hand lotion on his bedside table, refusing to do this dry if he must do it at all. He dislikes the chafing sensation, so he gets one of hands all nice and slick before hesitantly stroking the length of his own cock all the way up to head, following the natural curve of it, his grip trembling when he catches Jewel's gaze between his feathers. ]
Do you need more than this?
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Hmmmm....? Do you dislike it? Being watched?
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I just wanted to touch you too for a moment and feel you. In case you have not noticed by now, I am attracted to you.
[ He releases Jewel so he can grab more lotion to wet his fingers while his other hand keeps stroking their arousals together, his movements slowing down so he doesn't go overboard too quickly again. ]
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Attracted to me? When you look like you do? I would think I seem rather plain in comparison.
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Not at all, but if you are blind to your own appeal, I will have to do better to convince you otherwise.
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I know I have appeal...appeal to you is just surprising. I would not have pegged me for your type, that's all.
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Having a type is limiting and reductive. I am drawn to whoever I am drawn to. There is no deeper rationale, try as I have to come up with any. Maybe it's your eyes, maybe it's your singing voice, maybe it's the few moments where you drop all pretense with me.
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I like that answer.
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Jewel...Shadi...I don't know how much longer I will last touching myself with your mouth on me.
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[Kisses and nips his way down Friday's chest, taking his time, decorating his skin with reminders of Jewel's presence before pressing his tongue to the other man's length, running the flat of his tongue up against the underside in an languid swipe from base to tip]
Don't hold back on my account.
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[ He has to pull his fingers out of himself just so he can clap a hand over his mouth, trying to stay quiet for whoever he shares a wall with. It's difficult with Jewel looking devious between his legs, his own fingers twisting around his blond hair. He wants to buck up, wants to squirm, wants to cry out, but he's trying to behave. ]
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