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Ginko/Jay because evidently, that's the only think I write these days. Sex. fluff. ALL THE FEELINGS EVER.
It’s strange, how they’ve gotten here.
He’s splayed out on Ginko’s lap, and Ginko’s mouth is on his chest, licking, sucking at his scars, as always, and as always, it makes Jason shudder and moan, even now. His arms wind tight around Ginko’s shoulders, one hand slipping along the nape of his neck, fingers sliding into pale damp hair, tugging and keeping Ginko in close, every inch of sweating skin touching, sliding against him. Against and inside, because he’ll never get tired of the feeling of Ginko’s cock inside him, deep and thick, filling him up, making his breath stutter, as if he can’t quite reach it, as if he can’t quite draw in a full deep breath, no matter how hard his chest heaves. The pace is slow, steady, and before he would have protested, would have tried to goad Ginko, force him into a faster pace, something more brutal.
But now. But now it’s okay. Now he can just moan, and enjoy the slow, slick slide inside him, the warm, heavy pressure against his sweet spot, and the way Ginko quietly grunts as he shifts up, the long hands sliding over his back.
Jason closes his eyes and shakes as Ginko slides a tongue across a particularly thick scar, shaking harder when he feels it followed up with the sharp graze of teeth, a little concession for the urges that he still feels, for the preferences that he can’t quite completely get rid of.
His hands slide down then, because he has to show how much this means, how Ginko just makes him feel so good. He tips Ginko’s chin up, looking down into a lust hazed green eye, and pink cheeks and kisses him, long, and sweet and deep, and feels Ginko squirm with pleasure underneath him, hips slowly rocking up, fucking deeper into him, slow and sweet like the kiss.
He just makes Jason feel so fucking good, not just this, but all the time, makes him feel like he’s doing something right, that he isn’t alone in the dark, and that, if he’s lost at least there’s someone with him.
“Ginko.” he whispers against hot lips, “Ginko.” He gets a hazy hum in response, and he can’t help but press another kiss on those lips, teasing with a hint of tongue before pulling back again. “Let me....” and he devolves into action again, because he was ever good with words, but that’s okay, because Ginko’s always listening carefully for words and body both. So as Jason shifts forward, he shifts back, sliding down to his back as Jason guides him down. His big, rough hands wrap over Ginko’s smaller ones, rough callouses pressed to smooth skin, holding and pinning all at the same time.
Ginko just looks up as him, flushed and panting, and just so carelessly sexy, single eye half-lidded and dark with lust, calmly trusting. Jason feels the heat jerk through him, and he rocks forward so he can rub his cock against the other man’s pale belly, watch as the wetness rubs off onto skin, streaking over the scar crossing over it. He watches Ginko’s throat bob as he swallows, and Jason lets the tiniest smirk cross his face as he sinks back, fully impaling himself on that delicious length, grinding down, deep enough to feel coarse hairs tickling at his skin. A moan vibrates at the back of his throat, and he swears he feels the pulse of Ginko inside him, a low steady throb matching the rhythm of his own heart.
He leans over then, lips a scant inch from Ginko’s as his hips move, slowly rocking up and down as he fucks himself on Ginko’s cock, still pinning his hands down, feeling the other man squirm slightly underneath him, the stuttering, automatic movements of his hips, pushing in deep to stay in the slick heat of Jason’s ass, and Jason clenching down to keep him there.
Ginko arches up then, to press their mouths back together and Jason eagerly complies, thrusting his tongue deep into Ginko’s mouth, tongues twining together, their breaths twisting and combining, and suddenly he feels Ginko’s hands wiggling under his, and obligingly he lets them go. Soon the hands are just skimming over all of his sweaty skin, cupping around his cock. Jason lets out a low, wrecked sound at that, gasping harshly as Ginko’s clever fingers slide along his dripping length, forefinger rubbing at the slit, as more and more precum spills from him. Ginko’s hand curves along his length then, pressing it down, so every time Jason moves, it pushes his cock between Ginko’s hand and the sweaty, slippery skin of his belly. His breath is whistling between his teeth now, every breath deep and frantic and Jason knows he’s going to come soon.
Ginko does too because he’s thrusting up as best as he can, and his free hand’s tugging Jason down, he now he’s moaning softly into Jason’s ear, because he knows that Jason loves the sound of his voice when its rough and cracked, and he’s about to let go too, and they’re both caught up in a spiral of heat and pleasure they would never want to stop.
Jason can feel Ginko swell and twitch inside him, can feel the hot splash of cum on his insides as he rocks against him, as the cum spurts out from his own cock, thick pearly ropes of it laying over flushed, sweaty skin. He flops like a puppet with its strings cut over Ginko, shivering as he feels the cock inside him slowly soften, the wetness still deep inside.
He’s still gasping against Ginko’s lips, his lover’s lips, and now would be a good time, to say it, now and he tries to get the words out, the words that he feels, but somehow still can’t say.
But then Ginko’s fingers are running through the damp hair at his temple, and kissing him so sweetly, and that’s okay, because maybe neither of them can say it, but they don’t need to. Not when they both know it.
It’s strange, how they’ve gotten here.
He’s splayed out on Ginko’s lap, and Ginko’s mouth is on his chest, licking, sucking at his scars, as always, and as always, it makes Jason shudder and moan, even now. His arms wind tight around Ginko’s shoulders, one hand slipping along the nape of his neck, fingers sliding into pale damp hair, tugging and keeping Ginko in close, every inch of sweating skin touching, sliding against him. Against and inside, because he’ll never get tired of the feeling of Ginko’s cock inside him, deep and thick, filling him up, making his breath stutter, as if he can’t quite reach it, as if he can’t quite draw in a full deep breath, no matter how hard his chest heaves. The pace is slow, steady, and before he would have protested, would have tried to goad Ginko, force him into a faster pace, something more brutal.
But now. But now it’s okay. Now he can just moan, and enjoy the slow, slick slide inside him, the warm, heavy pressure against his sweet spot, and the way Ginko quietly grunts as he shifts up, the long hands sliding over his back.
Jason closes his eyes and shakes as Ginko slides a tongue across a particularly thick scar, shaking harder when he feels it followed up with the sharp graze of teeth, a little concession for the urges that he still feels, for the preferences that he can’t quite completely get rid of.
His hands slide down then, because he has to show how much this means, how Ginko just makes him feel so good. He tips Ginko’s chin up, looking down into a lust hazed green eye, and pink cheeks and kisses him, long, and sweet and deep, and feels Ginko squirm with pleasure underneath him, hips slowly rocking up, fucking deeper into him, slow and sweet like the kiss.
He just makes Jason feel so fucking good, not just this, but all the time, makes him feel like he’s doing something right, that he isn’t alone in the dark, and that, if he’s lost at least there’s someone with him.
“Ginko.” he whispers against hot lips, “Ginko.” He gets a hazy hum in response, and he can’t help but press another kiss on those lips, teasing with a hint of tongue before pulling back again. “Let me....” and he devolves into action again, because he was ever good with words, but that’s okay, because Ginko’s always listening carefully for words and body both. So as Jason shifts forward, he shifts back, sliding down to his back as Jason guides him down. His big, rough hands wrap over Ginko’s smaller ones, rough callouses pressed to smooth skin, holding and pinning all at the same time.
Ginko just looks up as him, flushed and panting, and just so carelessly sexy, single eye half-lidded and dark with lust, calmly trusting. Jason feels the heat jerk through him, and he rocks forward so he can rub his cock against the other man’s pale belly, watch as the wetness rubs off onto skin, streaking over the scar crossing over it. He watches Ginko’s throat bob as he swallows, and Jason lets the tiniest smirk cross his face as he sinks back, fully impaling himself on that delicious length, grinding down, deep enough to feel coarse hairs tickling at his skin. A moan vibrates at the back of his throat, and he swears he feels the pulse of Ginko inside him, a low steady throb matching the rhythm of his own heart.
He leans over then, lips a scant inch from Ginko’s as his hips move, slowly rocking up and down as he fucks himself on Ginko’s cock, still pinning his hands down, feeling the other man squirm slightly underneath him, the stuttering, automatic movements of his hips, pushing in deep to stay in the slick heat of Jason’s ass, and Jason clenching down to keep him there.
Ginko arches up then, to press their mouths back together and Jason eagerly complies, thrusting his tongue deep into Ginko’s mouth, tongues twining together, their breaths twisting and combining, and suddenly he feels Ginko’s hands wiggling under his, and obligingly he lets them go. Soon the hands are just skimming over all of his sweaty skin, cupping around his cock. Jason lets out a low, wrecked sound at that, gasping harshly as Ginko’s clever fingers slide along his dripping length, forefinger rubbing at the slit, as more and more precum spills from him. Ginko’s hand curves along his length then, pressing it down, so every time Jason moves, it pushes his cock between Ginko’s hand and the sweaty, slippery skin of his belly. His breath is whistling between his teeth now, every breath deep and frantic and Jason knows he’s going to come soon.
Ginko does too because he’s thrusting up as best as he can, and his free hand’s tugging Jason down, he now he’s moaning softly into Jason’s ear, because he knows that Jason loves the sound of his voice when its rough and cracked, and he’s about to let go too, and they’re both caught up in a spiral of heat and pleasure they would never want to stop.
Jason can feel Ginko swell and twitch inside him, can feel the hot splash of cum on his insides as he rocks against him, as the cum spurts out from his own cock, thick pearly ropes of it laying over flushed, sweaty skin. He flops like a puppet with its strings cut over Ginko, shivering as he feels the cock inside him slowly soften, the wetness still deep inside.
He’s still gasping against Ginko’s lips, his lover’s lips, and now would be a good time, to say it, now and he tries to get the words out, the words that he feels, but somehow still can’t say.
But then Ginko’s fingers are running through the damp hair at his temple, and kissing him so sweetly, and that’s okay, because maybe neither of them can say it, but they don’t need to. Not when they both know it.