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Well, then he has to ask something else. His hand goes down to stroke Jibril.

"Then let him hear you."

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.

"Okay, ya hayati," he agrees.

"Thank you, my dove."

With that he brings the lube down, ready to slick his fingers with it.

“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.

"Riding me, darling," he muses as his fingers slip back to squeeze his ass.

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.

Oh god, that is SO hot.

"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.

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.

"No. He can never know the wonder of your body as I do," Rhy assures him, pressing his fingers deeper.

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.

"If he ever did, I imagine I would," Rhy agrees, his voice a light purr over just how nice it was to watch his lover like this, clearly eager already.

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.

Very scary. And cold. And has such a stick up his ass.

"Oh yes, my beautiful dove. Sing for me, I shall reward you so very well."

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.

Beautiful, the way he works. Rhy smiles and pulls his fingers free.

"Are you ready for me, love?"

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

Rhy smiles and leans in to kiss his lover, even as his free hand guides him right up into Jibril. His love, his partner, his passion and his guidance. And he loves the way the voice outside of the door gasps and then there is someone absolutely running out of the apartment. Yeah, he’s pleased.

Jibril gasps against the kiss as the other pressed inside of him, slipping in easily. At that distraction he barely notices what happened outside the door. He lowers his hips to press Rhy deeper, a soft moan into the kiss.

"My beautiful love," Rhy whispers softly as he starts to move, slow and careful.

Jibril shivers at the sound of those words on Rhy's lips. He'll never really get used to it or how much he likes it. He rocks back into the other's movements, feeling him at an angle that he doesn't usually get.

"Feels good, right?" he asks, voice soft as he moves.

"So good," Jibril murmurs, his voice breathy. He tilts his head pressing kisses to the other's jaw, rocking down into each movement of the other's hips that had Rhy's cock moving just right inside of him.

Well, he chuckles at the agreement, and Jibril deserves a lot more of this. He shifts them so he can lower Jibril against the floor, taking the chance to get a better angle and leverage to fuck deeper into the man.

"Tell me how it can be better.

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