[ Jean shivers a little, though it's in a good way this time. ]
Let me make you feel good.
[ Considering the crux of his issues right now, being able to make someone feel good does seem like a fairly straightforward way to distract himself. One of his hands moves to tug at the hem of Dolph's pants in further explanation. ]
[ He doesn't need to be told twice. He catches Dolph's lips in another kiss, letting himself sink into the feeling - of being wanted, of wanting to take care of someone else.
His hands move to the clasps of Dolph's pants, quickly working on undoing them - but he doesn't tug them down. Instead, Jean lets his hand stroke over Dolph with his underwear between them, teasing and feeling him up. ]
[ Jean smiles a little into the kiss, rubbing the heel of his palm against Dolph, feeling him swell under his touch. He lets his tongue sweep against Dolph's for a moment before he breaks the kiss. ]
[ Jean breathes the praise out, as easy as anything. The hand not touching Dolph's cock, feeling the shape of him through fabric, skims up his stomach, pushing his shirt up. Jean finally moves, rolling Dolph onto his back to curl over him. He moves down, pressing a biting kiss to Dolph's neck, next to a set of fading bite-marks. ]
[ dolph sighs as he tilts his neck for jean, sliding his palms down his sides in return. the praise is warm and heady, making his cheeks darken in pleasure. ]
[ He loves the way it makes Dolph flush. He loves the way it feels like he's doing something right even if it's as simple as this. He needs this.
He spends less time than he'd like kissing his way down Dolph's chest - giving a teasing nip to one nipple - but he has his eyes on a certain prize, as he kneels between Dolph's legs. He finally tugs the hem of his underwear down, letting his cock free, and wrapping a hand around him.
He strokes up, his thumb teasing against the head; a playful tone comes out of his mouth, finally. ]
Remind me, what was I doing down here again...?
[ He wants to hear Dolph say it, even if Jean's the one who begged to do it. ]
[ dolph whines softly, losing himself to the sensations. he loves this, this kind of physicality. he wants to touch, but he lets jean determine the pace of this. at his question, he gives a throaty chuckle. ]
[ Jean would be okay with Dolph touching him - he just also needs to do something that he knows he can do well to make him moan with pleasure.
He chuckles at Dolph's please, pressing a kiss to one hip. ]
Anything for you, sweetheart.
[ The pet name slips out; thankfully, he doesn't give Dolph time to mull it over. Not with the way he lowers his mouth onto his cock, tongue flicking against the head as he sucks. ]
[ oh. sweetheart. he glows a little at the word. he wants to be someone's sweetheart, someone's darling. he wants to be loved so badly. dolph breathes it out, warmth spreading all over. his fingers clench at the sheets as he trembles. ]
[ The reaction the nickname gets - Jean files that away. He'll be sure to drop more of those into conversation with Dolph, to make him glow like that.
His focus is still on making Dolph feel good, though, and he rests his hands on Dolph's thighs as he ducks his head down. His head is tilted, giving a good view of what he's doing to Dolph as he lets him bottom out in his mouth; it's also just the position that's comfortable for him, hair falling across his eyes.
He swallows around him, breathing through his nose, finding his bliss in the feeling of Dolph's cock heavy in his mouth and his scent around him. ]
[ the sight of jean like this is enough to make him lose it. dolph is holding on by a thread, feeling his heart in his throat. it's so strange to have someone focus on him, to want to give him pleasure. he groans, his hips jerking as he feels himself reaching his climax. ]
[ For Jean, having this singular focus is a blessing. He just has to make Dolph feel good; he doesn't have to worry about the future or any implications. He sucks hard, all but choking on Dolph's cock, letting his head bob up and down.
He looks up through the fringe of his hair, hazel eyes intense; he wants Dolph to come, to fill him up. ]
[ with his fingers squeezing the sheets and his voice breathless and low, dolph arches with a cry, a single thrust as he comes in jean's mouth. then he sags, winded and soft, looking at jean with his one eye, hooded and pleased. ]
[ Jean swallows it down, keeping Dolph in his mouth a moment longer as he softens, cleaning him up before he raises his head. He tucks his cheek against the muscles of Dolph's stomach, looking up at him with a smile. He looks pleased with himself, some of the weight off his shoulders. ]
Hey.
[ He'd laugh but he doesn't have the energy to - he's just happy. ]
[ dolph smiles faintly at that. it's not true, not completely, but it's nice to hear. he lets his hand travel down to lightly rub his palm against jean's erection as he mouths the curve of his chin down to his throat. ]
[ Jean lets out a soft moan, wrapping his arms around Dolph's shoulders as he tilts his head back to give him more access. His hips shift a little, restless, though he doesn't rock them up yet. ]
[ that's fine. fingers play with the buttons, feather light touches short of teasing as dolph continues to press heated kisses down jean's neck. he rocks his body against jean, pressing him down against the sheets, stealing away whatever space may exist between them. ]
[ Jean doesn't want nor need any space between them. When Dolph presses down, Jean tugs him closer, hooking one ankle behind Dolph's in a small possessive gesture. He murmurs his name in encouragement, letting one hand fall to curl through Dolph's hair and tug on it lightly. ]
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Let me make you feel good.
[ Considering the crux of his issues right now, being able to make someone feel good does seem like a fairly straightforward way to distract himself. One of his hands moves to tug at the hem of Dolph's pants in further explanation. ]
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Okay.
[ placing a kiss on jean's lips, voice low and sultry. ]
Make me feel good.
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His hands move to the clasps of Dolph's pants, quickly working on undoing them - but he doesn't tug them down. Instead, Jean lets his hand stroke over Dolph with his underwear between them, teasing and feeling him up. ]
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Like that. I want to hear you.
[ He murmurs it lowly, his gaze bright. ]
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Anything you want.
cat wanting to snuggle in my lap be like: what tags??
[ Jean breathes the praise out, as easy as anything. The hand not touching Dolph's cock, feeling the shape of him through fabric, skims up his stomach, pushing his shirt up. Jean finally moves, rolling Dolph onto his back to curl over him. He moves down, pressing a biting kiss to Dolph's neck, next to a set of fading bite-marks. ]
aww kitty. I have to sleep anyway <3
kitty still here (heh) but i return
He spends less time than he'd like kissing his way down Dolph's chest - giving a teasing nip to one nipple - but he has his eyes on a certain prize, as he kneels between Dolph's legs. He finally tugs the hem of his underwear down, letting his cock free, and wrapping a hand around him.
He strokes up, his thumb teasing against the head; a playful tone comes out of his mouth, finally. ]
Remind me, what was I doing down here again...?
[ He wants to hear Dolph say it, even if Jean's the one who begged to do it. ]
bless
You were going to make me feel good.
[ he rolls his hips. ]
Please.
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He chuckles at Dolph's please, pressing a kiss to one hip. ]
Anything for you, sweetheart.
[ The pet name slips out; thankfully, he doesn't give Dolph time to mull it over. Not with the way he lowers his mouth onto his cock, tongue flicking against the head as he sucks. ]
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His focus is still on making Dolph feel good, though, and he rests his hands on Dolph's thighs as he ducks his head down. His head is tilted, giving a good view of what he's doing to Dolph as he lets him bottom out in his mouth; it's also just the position that's comfortable for him, hair falling across his eyes.
He swallows around him, breathing through his nose, finding his bliss in the feeling of Dolph's cock heavy in his mouth and his scent around him. ]
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He looks up through the fringe of his hair, hazel eyes intense; he wants Dolph to come, to fill him up. ]
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Hey.
[ He'd laugh but he doesn't have the energy to - he's just happy. ]
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Hey.
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Thank you - for being here.
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[ dolph rubs his back. ]
Do you want me to take care of that for you?
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[ He arches into the touch on his back, letting his eyes fall closed. ]
Yeah - please.
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