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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.

“Someone could see it...” Jibril says softly. “Someone would paint it?” The idea of anyone else seeing him this way is terrifying. He already feels uneasy that many people can already surmise the things they do.

"Ah, then I shall have to use my imagination. And the memory of your beautiful lips."

Those perfect lips. That he could be back inside of.

Jibril smiles, his eyes lowering again. He stroked Rhy once more before taking his cock again. He presses his tongue against the underside, sucking and bobbing as he tries to pleasure the royal.

Well, he's definitely pleasured. Quite a bit. Rhy groans and his hand continues to stroke in the other man's hair.

"Good job, love. Just suck a bit harder."

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Jibril enjoys getting encouragement and instruction from Rhy. He wants to do his best and the other is rather good at guiding him. He rests his hands on the others hips as he starts to suck harder. His fingers curl into the others hips, nails leaving light half moons on the others skin that would fade quickly.

Fade quickly? Yes. But Rhy will love them for every second they are in his possession. He grins and then the smiles is lost as he instead moans over the talent of that mouth. How lovely, how perfect.

Jibril has always been scared to leave marks on Rhy as if someone would find out that someone liked him had marred the royal in any way. He didn't think about it too closely now though, just focusing on sucking Rhy hard, taking him as deep as he can each time without feeling the tickle of his gag reflex.

Now that is the true delight. These moments when Jibril finally lets go and lets himself experience as he sees fit. Rhy moans and then he's biting his lip as his hand settles on Jibril's shoulder.

"Good enough. Stop while you can."

Jibril looks up at Rhy. He pulls back. His lips are wet and swollen and he takes in a deep breath before speaking.

“You want me to stop?”

No, he doesn't. But he moans.

"Don't think you wanna swallow, darling."

Jibril bites his lip, looking uncertain a moment.

“Do you want me to?”

"You don't have to. Most people don't feel comfortable with it."

And he's definitely thinking about it. He wants it. But he won't ask.

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