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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.

"I want to," Jibril says and a part of it is that he knows that Rhy wants it and he enjoys making Rhy pleased with him.

"Then, uh... go ahead," Rhy answers, flustered. So past flustered how the man seeks to please him.

Jibril smiles shyly up at Rhy before he closes his eyes as he takes Rhy into his mouth again. He lets his tongue press up against the underside as he takes him in, not too deep.

Oh goodness, there it is, happening again. Rhy groans and tries not to move.

Jibril closes his eyes as he starts to bob his head, sucking and wanting to make the other come. He wants to swallow it, to give Rhy anything he wants of him.

There's a lot Rhy wants. Including Jibril's pleasure. But for right now, the fact that he's close an in his lover's mouth definitely counts for a lot.

"Faster, baby, you can do it for me."

Jibril would say that Rhy has pleasured him twice over he likes this. But he'd do anything for Rhy at this point. So his hand grips at the other's hip as he moves faster, looking up at the other again, to see if there's approval if it's done right. He takes him deeper into his mouth, his hand squeezing at the other's hip.

The deeper is really all he needed. It is enough to earn Rhy spilling over into Jibril's mouth with a quiet little moan. Vocal early doesn't mean loud at the end. Not for him.

Jibril swallows when the other starts to spill in his mouth. It's more difficult than he'd thought it would be. He continues to suck and swallow until Rhy is emptied, pulling back and giving the tip little licks.

Well, all Rhy can do is lay there, boneless, trying to breathe.

"Oh beloved, very good repayment."

Jibril is pleased to know he did well. He finally shifts back away from the others length though not getting up quite yet.

“I’m glad I can please you.”

What a silly thing. Rhy groans.

"Yes, you more than please."

Jibril smiles and then does get up, sitting on the edge of the bed as he looks at Rhy.

"And you're satisfied this morning?"

Satisfied? Rhy laughs and closes his eyes.

"Oh yes, very much."

Jibril shifts and he reaches for Rhy's shirt that had been discarded the night before, pulling it on and it's big on him.

"We should get cleaned up? I'm getting hungry."

Oh no, there may never have been a thing so beautiful as the sight of Jibril like that.

"I'll order food. You are welcome to use the shower first, my dove."

Jibril nods, standing again and then leaning up to kiss Rhy softly. "Nothing too fancy," he says softly and then he's moving toward the bathroom so he could shower and go about the usual morning routine.

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