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If you insist...

[ He breathes into the kisses, sinking back into the bed. ]

[The next order of business seems to be kissing Jupiter passionately and gently running his hands down the teen's chest and sides, over his clothes, stopping to grip his hips and slide his thumbs up just under Jupiter's shirt, just barely brushing over skin.]

[As much as he wants this he's going to savor it slowly, give Jupiter time to adjust.]

[ Jupiter squirms, all too aware of Tris's touch. He clumsily tries to mimic it, his own hands smoothing along Tris's shoulders, trying to return the appreciation. ]

[Jupiter's clumsiness and experience is just further stimulation. Tris kissing his neck and lavishing him with gentle little nibbles and bites, hands sliding up under his shirt to truly feel the warmth and softness of his skin.]

[ Jupiter swallows audibly, and works to disrobe Tris himself, around Tris's attentions. It would be easy to lose himself, to just enjoy Tris doing all sorts of things to him, but it leaves him dissatisfied if he doesn't get to do something back. ]

[Tris leans back to make that a little easier on Jupiter, but not much. He's still touching him, mapping the softness of his skin and the way he's still not filled out, still slender and a teenager, not quite adult, not really a kid.]

[He unbuttons Jupiter's shirt, pushes it off his shoulders so he can lay little kisses across Jupiter's skin.]

[ Are you feeling dirty yet, Tristan? At the very least, Jupiter's skin is free of the scars that defined him when you knew him. It accounts for a lot of the differences, really, including how responsive he is -- running a hand up to card through Tris's blue hair, as his shoulder is kissed. ]

[He doesn't feel ashamed at all. He's delighted, opening Jupiter's shirt the rest of the way and murmuring in Jupiter's ear.]

My dear, beautiful Jupiter. I love you so much.

[As his hands work Jupier's shirt off entirely, with a lot of excess touching.]

Now you're going overboard...

[ Jupiter murmurs back, ears burning when Tris speaks into them. But he doesn't seem to be truly upset, just arching up into Tris's touch. ]

I'm not at all.

[This is how Jupiter should be. Open and responsive, unscarred by war and bitter cynicism. He wants to keep him by his side like this always. He kisses his way from Jupiter's ears down his neck. Working methodically at disrobing him entirely, pants next.]

[ The question is, are you going to give him a hickey? Especially with how Jupiter signs and makes little noises, as his neck his kissed. His own hands finally make their way under Tris's shirt, mapping his skin. Aaaand he is totally naked under Tris now, yeah. ]

[Tris shivers and leans back to just look at Jupiter under him a moment. Yes, yes he wants very much to mark that unblemished skin. Just like Ariel did once. And in the same exact place as well, lips seeking until he finds it, sucking and biting the skin to leave his own mark.]

[ Of course he remembers that, even after so long. Jupiter seems to be embarrassed under Tris's scrutiny, but any protest is chased away when Tris attacks his neck like that. ]

Ah...

[He remembers, of course he does, and he leaves his own mark, licking and kissing it when he's down only to repeat it on skin a few inches away, apparently intent on biting and kissing whatever parts of Jupiter he can reach.]

[ Jupiter tilts himself back, arching into Tris, rocking lightly against him already. He is a virgin after all. ]

[He kisses his way down Jupiter's chest, playing with his nipples, leaving little marks on his skin, touching him with expert, knowing hands. Considering he's not known as promiscuous it might be a little odd if Jupiter didn't have other things to focus on.]

[ You said it. Already Jupiter feels incredibly sensitive moreso when Tris plays with his nipples like that. ]

T-Tris...

[ But he's not quite at the point of begging, not yet. He has too much pride, even now. ]

Mm?

[He pushes Jupiter up a bit, moving down between his legs to lick the head of his cock, kissing the tip and then licking down the shaft, teasing him expertly, well aware Jupiter might not last and not caring.]

[ Almost immediately Jupiter slumps with relief, then just as quickly tenses again, waves of pleasure shooting up his cock with every lick and kiss. His breathing is heavy, uneven. ]

[Tris holds onto Jupiter's thighs, wetting his lips and taking Jupiter's erection between them to start sucking him off, thrilled at giving him pleasure, completely ignoring the immorality of the situation.]

[ It's not long before Jupiter begins to make some very lewd sounds, and he bites down on his lip, self-conscious of them. The pleasure is really getting too much, incredibly overwhelming. Already he can feel something building up, throbbing for release. ]

[He intends to overwhelm Jupiter entirely, sucking him off and using his lips and tongue and suction to drag his brother to the edge and over it.]

[ Brother? There's no such thought in Jupiter's head right now. Just Tris, only Tris, and his hot tongue. His legs tremble, and he moans in spite of himself, brought to the point of begging. ]

Ah-- Tris, please . . .

[He drags Jupiter's legs up over his shoulders, lifting his hips for a better angle and keeps sucking, taking Jupiter back into his throat and holding him there before pulling back, and repeating it.]

[ Jupiter comes abruptly, long pent up spurts coating the back of Tris's throat, him gasping for air and legs curling around Tris's shoulders with a strength reminiscent of his old life. He doesn't even register how rough it might be for Tris, fucking his throat like that. ]