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"Of course you will feel it. When don't you?"

His hand moves, slipping his thumb from Jibril to instead wrap his hand around the man's length and start stroking.

"I want you spent below me."

Jibril makes a low sound when he feels the thumb slipping out of him. His hips arch sharply when Rhy touches his cock. It’s hard and he knew Rhy knew how sensitive he already was that it’s almost too much to take being touched. He lets out a slightly strangled moan as his muscles contract around the others length beyond his control.

“Rhy, please,” he moans. “It’s too much.”

There we go. The tightness was what pushed RHy over the edge. He manages two more hard thrusts before spilling into his lover, bent over his body as he panted.

Jibril moans the others name as he fills the other’s release filling him. He didn’t know why he liked that feeling so much but it’s enough to draw out a second orgasm from him, coming onto the sheets beneath them.

That's good. Very good. Rhy moans, but he doesn't bother pulling out. Not just yet.

"You good? Two little rounds for you, beloved?"

Jibril is breathing heavily. His thoughts take a moment to come back to him as rhy stays inside of him. He glances at Rhy and there’s a shy smile on his lips.

“I’m good.”

Really good. Rhy smiles and shakes his head. And at last he pulls from the man and flops down beside him.

"So, you awake, dear? Should I order food?"

“I think you might have exhausted me again already,” Jibril smiles and he shifts to his side once Rhy had pulled out. He’s sweaty and feeling a bit sticky but it doesn’t bother him enough to want to get up.

“Something simple.”

"Burgers. I could go for burgers," Rhy chuckles, rolling aside to fumble for his phone.

“Burgers for breakfast,” Jibril murmurs and before Rhy he’d never actually had a burger but he had discovered he liked them a lot.

"I mean, we didn't sleep long enough for breakfast, but I can get omelets delivered," Rhy grins.

“I guess you’re right,” Jibril says, eyeing the clock and then looking back at Rhy. No wonder he’s still a bit tired. “Burgers are fine, hayati.”

Oh, there you have it. Rhy wants to coo over the affection.

"An interesting choice of affection there," Rhy agrees, humming in pleasure to hear it. He kisses his lover's brow and moves to get his phone and the information for one of the guards outside of the apartment. He couldn't even come here without a guard. "I can get you a breakfast sandwich instead."

"Is it?" Jibril looks hesitant then and a bit of shyness starts to well up even as he watches Rhy getting up.

"Really, a burger is good. I like them."

Don't be shy. Rhy teases the blanket over Jibril and grabs his phone. Got to get a wet cloth for them as well. But then he's shooting off a text, because he definitely knows what his lover prefers at this point.

"I'll clean you up in a minute.]

Jibril smiles at Rhy, pulling the blanket in close as he watches the other.

"Are you sure you want to clean me up?"

Oh, now THAT gives him pause. Rhy stops and grins down at his lover.

"Are you suggesting there is a reason I should not?"

“There could be,” Jibril says and his voice is soft. He shifted a little propping his head on his hand as he bent his elbow.

“You pleasured me twice but I only pleasured you once.”

It’s an invitation for more if Rhy wants it.

Now that has Rhy pausing. They'll have time before food arrives.

"And how do you imagine you'll get me aroused and spent so quickly?"

Jibril flushes. “You are not so hard to arouse.”

Rhy laughs and shakes his head.

"Then by all means, attempt."

Jibril pushes the blanket away. He is still far more unsure of what he’s doing in these moments.

“I could kneel for you and taste you.”

He still avoids more graphic and vulgar words he can’t help it.

Oh dear, what a delightful ideal. Rhy reaches out to curl his fingers around his lover's jaw.

"If you want my cock, you may have it."

Jibril swallows hard as the other's hand comes to his jaw. There's something he finds incredibly sexy about that as he looks at the other. His cheeks are somewhat pink, he doesn't say graphic words but he's also still getting used to how casually Rhy uses them.

"I do," he says soft and sweet. He's still a mess but he slips down to get on his knees, looking up at Rhy.

"Truly, you are art," Rhy states with pleasure, smiling at the position his lover had taken.

"Show me how good you're getting at your craft."

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