[ 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. ]
[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. ]
[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.]
[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.]
[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. ]
[ 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. ]
[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. ]
[Well it's a good thing Tris has had worse. Not in this body exactly, but eh. He swallows, pulls back after a moment, coughing a bit but it doesn't stop him from licking his lips and crawling up on top of Jupiter to kiss his neck and flop sideways, dragging Jupiter into his arms to pet his hair, ignoring his own erection for the moment, hyped on Jupiter's pleasure.]
[ Jupiter curls into Tris, recovering with slow steady breaths warn against Tris's skin. He still shivers from the orgasm, and murmurs gently at the hair petting. ]
[He works his fingers through Jupiter's hair, petting him, breathing deeply and enjoying Jupiter's breath on his skin, his shivers and the noises he's making, just what a turn on.]
[ Cooling down, head not so filled with lust (though definitely still filled with a floaty, lovey dovey feeling,) Jupiter just buries his face into Tris's chest. It's hard to believe he really just let Tris do... that. Wasn't he against it earlier? He was thoroughly seduced... ]
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My dear, beautiful Jupiter. I love you so much.
[As his hands work Jupier's shirt off entirely, with a lot of excess touching.]
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[ 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. ]
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[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.]
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Ah...
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T-Tris...
[ But he's not quite at the point of begging, not yet. He has too much pride, even now. ]
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[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.]
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Ah-- Tris, please . . .
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[ Jupiter curls into Tris, recovering with slow steady breaths warn against Tris's skin. He still shivers from the orgasm, and murmurs gently at the hair petting. ]
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[He works his fingers through Jupiter's hair, petting him, breathing deeply and enjoying Jupiter's breath on his skin, his shivers and the noises he's making, just what a turn on.]
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[ He's gotten unexpectedly shy again... ]
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[ Cooling down, head not so filled with lust (though definitely still filled with a floaty, lovey dovey feeling,) Jupiter just buries his face into Tris's chest. It's hard to believe he really just let Tris do... that. Wasn't he against it earlier? He was thoroughly seduced... ]
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