[ 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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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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You're especially beautiful when you make those sounds.
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You--you're not even done.
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No.
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You brat.
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[ Well. Then. ]
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