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"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."

Jibril’s eyes lower. He will probably never get used to such words being used to describe him. Rhy is always so confident in these moments but Jibril still is tentative. He reaches out to stroke Rhy with his hand, wrapped firmly and stroking.

After a few strokes he leans in, brushing his tongue over the tip and tilting his head as he licks along the side. His eyes aren’t cast upward even though he knows rhy would like it more if he looks at him. This makes him so shy that it’s quite difficult.

Oh. Oh yes. His fingers settle into Jibril's hair and he resists pulling and tugging and all of that. Too bad he can't keep his hand on that man's jaw. Too beautiful, a glorious creature, his lover.

"You are already lovely at this."

Jibril blushes more. He licks back to Rhy’s tip, finally glancing up at him. His scalp tingling at the sensation of fingers in his hair. Rhy is amazing.

“I only know what you have taught me,” he says softly.

"You have learned more than that, dear," Rhy smiles at him. This is good. Better than good. "You're a natural."

Jibril shakes his head at that. He certainly doesn’t feel like that is true in any way. There’s still so much he doesn’t know, that he can’t imagine and things he feel he doesn’t do well. But he generally tries to keep his insecurities to himself.

He takes Rhy’s cock into his mouth, sucking and taking him in further. His eyes close as he focuses on making the other feel as good as possible.

Beautiful. Rhy hums as Jibril works.

"Could have a portrait made of you like this."

Jibril’s eyes open at that and he pulls off the others cock for a moment.

“You wouldn’t!”

"What, just for me? Why not?"

Rhy loves the look of it. The beauty of his lover looking actually ruined with his lips swollen like this.

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