"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.
Jibril moans softly. "Mmmm," and he wonders why Kell would have such trouble anyway. He's not Rhy but he's still good looking. Maybe it's cause he's scary.
But Jibril lets the thoughts of Rhy's brother slip away, ignoring the fact that he can hear them, hear Jibril moan louder as fingers brush against just the right spot.
Jibril shivers at the promise in Rhy's words. It's hard to keep his eyes from checking the door periodically as if he could see whether Kell is still there, listening and...feeling things that Rhy feels. He shifts his hips as he rocks on the other's fingers, trying to get them to press against the bundle of nerves again, his breath starting to get uneven.
Jibril breath stutters and he nods as the other pulls free, leaving him
feeling empty and eager to be filled again even if he's felt the other
inside him not long ago.
"Yes," he exhales, fingers curling against the other's shoulder
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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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But Jibril lets the thoughts of Rhy's brother slip away, ignoring the fact that he can hear them, hear Jibril moan louder as fingers brush against just the right spot.
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"Oh yes, my beautiful dove. Sing for me, I shall reward you so very well."
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"Are you ready for me, love?"
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Jibril breath stutters and he nods as the other pulls free, leaving him feeling empty and eager to be filled again even if he's felt the other inside him not long ago.
"Yes," he exhales, fingers curling against the other's shoulder
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