[Jeremiah isn't sure how else to interpret the flicker of hesitation, and it makes his chest ache. Of course they'll need to talk more, he's already decided as much. Not just for the things Jeremiah wants to say, but for Suzaku's sake. Last time was too laden with heavy feelings and alcohol for him to open everything up, to speak with complete honesty.
It didn't feel right then to tell him it did feel good, even in a way it shouldn't have. It doesn't feel right to tell him now either, the whole thing too complex and fraught to broach while close like this. Jeremiah isn't sure why it all came together as it did, but he hasn't sought too hard for an answer. Not yet, not when it felt too raw to reach out.]
Very good. [His answer is hushed, delving right back in for quick seconds, mouth slick as he licks into Suzaku's this time. Good enough that he wants to rush for thirds, fourths, but he might not want to stop at all if he did.
Not that he's anywhere close to it, every shift bringing a brush of skin against skin, his hand squeezing at his pectoral, grazing the bump of his nipple against the edge of his palm. Those slender, defined muscles of his feel lovely under his touch in turn, tempting a greedier hand that he refrains from. He's not sure how far to take this here, but the urges he's so easily succumbing to don't seem to have an endpoint, tempting thoughts slipping their way into the forefront and demanding his consideration.]
You feel wonderful. [Drifting down this time, Jeremiah brushes a kiss to the side of his neck. Already, he wants to press down harder, settling for the gentlest tease of his skin between barely-parted lips, murmuring against him.] I want... more of you.
[Shit. No helping his tongue any more than his thoughts, right now. Jeremiah's face flares with heat, stalling where he doesn't have to face the other man quite yet.]
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It didn't feel right then to tell him it did feel good, even in a way it shouldn't have. It doesn't feel right to tell him now either, the whole thing too complex and fraught to broach while close like this. Jeremiah isn't sure why it all came together as it did, but he hasn't sought too hard for an answer. Not yet, not when it felt too raw to reach out.]
Very good. [His answer is hushed, delving right back in for quick seconds, mouth slick as he licks into Suzaku's this time. Good enough that he wants to rush for thirds, fourths, but he might not want to stop at all if he did.
Not that he's anywhere close to it, every shift bringing a brush of skin against skin, his hand squeezing at his pectoral, grazing the bump of his nipple against the edge of his palm. Those slender, defined muscles of his feel lovely under his touch in turn, tempting a greedier hand that he refrains from. He's not sure how far to take this here, but the urges he's so easily succumbing to don't seem to have an endpoint, tempting thoughts slipping their way into the forefront and demanding his consideration.]
You feel wonderful. [Drifting down this time, Jeremiah brushes a kiss to the side of his neck. Already, he wants to press down harder, settling for the gentlest tease of his skin between barely-parted lips, murmuring against him.] I want... more of you.
[Shit. No helping his tongue any more than his thoughts, right now. Jeremiah's face flares with heat, stalling where he doesn't have to face the other man quite yet.]