Jibril wanted to tell Rhy not to be sorry, that it might have hurt but sometimes the truth did. He didn't understand why Kell had been so intent to hurt him with it, how he could have become the focus of his ire... He tries so hard to not reflect badly on Rhy... but no matter how well he learns to read and write he would never be more than a homeless orphan from a war-torn country.
So since he can't tell him not to be sorry, he can't convince Rhy that Kell is right he lifts his head up and presses a soft kiss to Rhy's lips. He loves him so much, he couldn't help it even though he knew there had to be an expiration date before Rhy had to find a more appropriate person.
Jibril inhales as he's pulled into Rhy's lap, still only in underwear and Rhy's shirt which had been mortifying in itself when Kell had intruded. His head tilted to the side, shivering as the other kissed along the sensitive line.
"It.. is a little intimidating," Jibril struggled for a word and settles on that, but he also knew embarrassing would work too. "But I will do it. You will take care of me."
Rhy's lips draw a shiver, a soft moan as he tilts his head to the side. His hands going to the other's chest. Despite himself, his fingers tremble just a little... nervous... but he still lets them ghost over Rhy's chest, down to his hips, his thighs, everywhere but his cock while the other fumbles.
Jibril flushes, his head ducking pressing his forehead against Rhy's heart. His stomach nervous flutters. "I have never been good at leaving marks, Rhy," he says, even when Rhy could get rougher and Jibril would enjoy it his touch is always tender and soft.
Jibril hesitates. There were times where he would try to swallow the sounds, muffle them with a pillow simply because he is too aware of the guards nearby. He goes redder but he nods, and perhaps he feels a sliver of excitement mixing in with the idea.
“How do you want me?” Jibril asks, biting his lip afterward. His fingertips
are toying with the top band of his underwear not drawing them down yet,
rhy’s shirt bunches up a little on him.
Jibril feels like he will never stop flushing, a soft sound escaping as the other squeezes his ass. He gives a furtive glance to the door, nervous. His fingers then pull down the underwear, managing to slip it off and put it aside. He starts to pull of Rhy's shirt but hesitates, glancing at him.
"What if I keep this on?" It's loose enough that Rhy could still touch him everywhere he desired but not only did he love wearing Rhy's shirt but it gave him a sense of modesty in this very very immodest moment.
Jibril blushed but he let his fingers drop away from the shirt, his hands brushing over Rhy's chest to his shoulders and then hooking lightly behind his neck.
"Can he feel everything..." Jibril whispers, the words catching as the other's fingers find his entrance.
Jibril gasps when the other's fingers press further. His arms tighten ever so slightly and his head buries into the other's neck, pressing a few kisses there. It's a relief to know that Kell can't feel everything, though he doesn't understand where the line is.
"He can definitely feel it when I feel pleasure, but not the how," he purrs, his fingers starting to thrust. Jibril is still so beautifully loose from the night before. Not perfectly ready, but close.
"You...feel it when he does?" Jibril questions, though, he doesn't know if he wants to know. His fingers dig into the other's upper back as Rhy thrusts. His breath catching as he rocks back on his fingers.
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He really doesn't like it to see Rhy angry. He hadn't actually been privy to many experiences with Rhy's temper.
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So since he can't tell him not to be sorry, he can't convince Rhy that Kell is right he lifts his head up and presses a soft kiss to Rhy's lips. He loves him so much, he couldn't help it even though he knew there had to be an expiration date before Rhy had to find a more appropriate person.
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"Perhaps," he whispers against Jibril's neck as he kisses down it, "we should make sure my brothers feels envy."
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"If that would please you."
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Because Rhy would. he has no shame.
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He starts by kissing along Jibril's neck, as his hand moves to the sink to fumble for a lube bottle he put there afte rtheir last joint shower.
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"Then let him hear you."
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"Okay, ya hayati," he agrees.
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With that he brings the lube down, ready to slick his fingers with it.
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“How do you want me?” Jibril asks, biting his lip afterward. His fingertips are toying with the top band of his underwear not drawing them down yet, rhy’s shirt bunches up a little on him.
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"What if I keep this on?" It's loose enough that Rhy could still touch him everywhere he desired but not only did he love wearing Rhy's shirt but it gave him a sense of modesty in this very very immodest moment.
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"You better. I want to see it. Want to see you in it."
His fingers are soon slicked by the lube and seeking between Jibril's legs, ready to push in to him.
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"Can he feel everything..." Jibril whispers, the words catching as the other's fingers find his entrance.
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