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The first touch of Jean's fingers against his lips had Jeremy's heart racing - the muscular organ thumping erratically against his sternum.
Jean was playing a dangerous game. One he had only just discovered the rewards of recently and was quickly becoming addicted too. Jeremy couldn't blame him. He had just as much cause to play along. If not more.
Jean hummed, the sound reverberating through Jeremy's nerves like the base pounding in a club.
"Jeremy," Jean's deep velvety voice echoed in Jeremy's brain before going straight to his cock.
"Y-yeah. Yes?" Jeremy blabbered desperately, his lips now skirting Jean's collar where his shirt was being tugged at from Jeremy's clawing grip.
Jean had ghosted his fingers over Jeremy's cheek before burying them into his hair. His nails scratched lightly over the skin of Jeremy's scalp making him twitch and shudder, his moist lips pressing against the warmth of Jean's skin. He panted hot and heavy grinding his hard and aching cock against the meat of Jean's muscled thigh. Jean's own warm breath tickled the hairs that had fallen into his face.
He was hard too, Jeremy knew. He could feel the tension in Jean's pants, feel the beating of his heart against his chest, the way he twitched every time Jeremy moved over him. Of course, not to mention, the thick heaviness of him brushing by Jeremy's hip when he angled himself just so.
"Jean," Jeremy moaned as he rutted up against Jean's thigh, his breath catching in his throat every time Jean pushed his thigh up into his cock. “Mmmmh.”
The pressure was almost blinding, and Jeremy fought every instinct inside himself to shove his hand into his pants and speed things up.
No.
He wanted Jean to take him there; to work him however he wanted and push him over the edge at his own pace. Jeremy could wait. Jeremy would do whatever Jean wanted.
He watched the Frenchman with heavy lidded eyes then as Jean tipped his head to the side to observe him, his grey eyes locked onto Jeremy's lips. Instinctively he licked them, catching sight of and smirking at the way Jean's pupils dilated as his eyes widened a fraction.
His fingers left Jeremy's hair then and tapped lightly over his plush bottom lip. Jeremy felt a bolt of electricity spark in the base of his spine and move down through to his cock.
"Open," Jean breathed out.
Jeremy's mouth fell open in an instant as his eyes slipped shut.
The first drag of the pads of Jean's fingers against Jeremy's wet tongue had his pupils blowing wide before his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He lost all composure and whined, rutting desperately against Jean's thigh that was now locked tightly between his own two where he lay draped over Jean's strong body.
Fuck, fuck, he thought as Jean's fingers pressed in deeper. Jeremy locked his wet lips over the long and bony digits, sucking over them and moaning unabashedly loud. He slid his tongue clumsily over the bumps and ridges of Jean’s fingers - tasting the salt of his skin and revelling in the callouses and raised scars.
Jean’s hands were dangerous. Sinful. The same hands that cradled Jeremy so tenderly, had also once thrown his brutish brother into a car, gripped his racquet fiercely tight on the court, and snatched flying Exy balls effortlessly from mid-air.
Jeremy worshipped them.
In and out Jean drew his fingers over Jeremy’s tongue. He could feel the weight of Jean’s eyes on his face, and he flicked his eyes up, his gaze full of lust, eyelids low and heavy. Blinking slowly, Jeremy felt his heart skip in his chest as Jean’s pupils dilated again, before flickering lower to track the suction of Jeremy’s lips and the exaggerated bloat of his hollowed cheeks.
His gaze was fierce. Hungry.
Heat flushed through Jeremy’s body. He gagged as Jean’s fingers prodded deep down his throat at the same time that his thigh pressed up into Jeremy’s cock. Jeremy’s eyes rolled back again, but not before he caught the twitch of a smug smile stretching over Jean’s mouth. The sound that reverberated through his chest was desperate as he clenched his hands tighter in Jean’s shirt. He distantly registered Jean’s hiss as his blunt nails clawed over the skin of his chest.
Jeremy would apologise - if his mouth wasn’t currently stuffed full of the man’s fingers.
Digging his knees into the mattress for support, Jeremy humped Jean’s leg like a dog in heat. He shivered as Jean’s unoccupied hand left the base of his neck and slid teasingly over the small of his back. Skirting over his skin and slipping under his shirt, he left a featherlight trail of heat up Jeremy’s back that had his whole-body burning.
An attempt at Jean’s name came out as a garbled mess around the fingers still sliding in and out of his mouth. By now, Jeremy was a sweaty drooling puddle of overwhelmed senses. The cool air over his exposed skin only making him shudder harder. He didn’t miss the amused huff of breath at the embarrassing sound he’d just let out. Jeremy knew Jean found his desperation as enticing as Jeremy found his composed control while he wrecked him.
The heat of his body radiated outward, just shy of unbearable as Jean's fingers tapped against his teeth in silent demand. Jeremy relaxed himself and let his jaw fall open wider as Jean pressed in with another finger. He hummed, pleased. Jeremy’s stomach lurched in anticipation, his cock twitching with hungry need at Jean’s approval. He could feel his length leaking, almost as slick as his chin now dripping with spit.
As if catching wind of his thoughts, Jean’s hypnotised eyes tracked his own fingers as he slipped them free of Jeremy’s mouth and traced the shape of his wet lips. Jeremy watched him, his chest heaving as he panted, his warmth breath hitting in cool bursts against his now slick skin.
“J-Jean,” he stuttered out, unashamed and hoarse with desperate need.
Jean hummed thoughtfully again, pressing his leg up against Jeremy’s cock, making him shudder as he rocked his hips up.
“Jean, please,” he whispered, ragged and breathless.
“Please what?” Jean asked, as his head tipped to the side again, studying Jeremy. Moist fingers resting on moist lips.
“Please touch me,” Jeremy begged, as best he could with his bottom lip still occupied.
Jean smirked again, but Jeremy could see the lust in his eyes. He wanted it as much as Jeremy did. He felt him twitch as his hand dropped lower, almost brushing Jean’s crotch.
Tapping his fingers over Jeremy’s bottom lip and teeth, Jean said, “Make them nice and wet for me.”
Jeremy sucked in a breath and moved forward, locking his lips over Jean’s fingers again and bobbing his head up and down over them as if he was taking Jean’s cock into his mouth instead. The image alone had Jeremy desperate to feel the heavy length of him and he released his shirt to press his palm over Jean as he rolled his hips again.
Jean hissed at the sudden contact and latched tightly over Jeremy’s hip where his hand had been lightly trailing lines over his skin. His grip was firm, and Jeremy smirked teasingly around his fingers as he palmed Jean’s still clothed cock. He only managed a few teasing tugs before Jean pulled his fingers out.
Jeremy had barely a second to register the sudden emptiness in his mouth as the hand on his hip pushed his boxers down over the slope of his ass and spread him open. Jean’s now soaked fingers pressed gentle but insistent over his rim, and Jeremy’s breath caught in his throat.
“Ah, fuck. Fuck, hah, Jean. Shit.” Jeremy moaned then hissed at the sudden contact, his hips stuttering as he fell against Jean’s chest, his cheek now pressed over Jean’s racing heart. He could barely take satisfaction in the effect he was having on the other man as Jean circled teasingly over his rim.
Jeremy dug his hand into the sheets by Jean’s hip as he moaned and pushed his hips back up into Jean’s probing fingers. He just barely registered the deep rumble in Jean’s chest over the heat burning through him. Whatever Jean had said was lost on Jeremy. All he registered was the warm firmness of Jean’s body and the slickness of his fingers.
Unfortunately for his sake, Jeremy’s saliva was not a sufficient lubricant, and Jean pulled away too soon making Jeremy whine at the loss of sensation. His cock was trapped, and the pulsing was borderline painful, but Jeremy didn’t care. All he wanted was Jean’s fingers back over his entrance, pushing inside him and dragging over his walls.
Jean grumbled, just as impatient, shifting under Jeremy now. He just about caught the snap of a bottle before the cool slick of Jean’s now lube covered fingers circled torturously slow over his rim again.
“Mmmmmh,” Jeremy sighed, instinctively spreading his legs wider, his knees dragging over the sheets as he brought them upwards to open himself up. Jean’s unoccupied hand found his jaw and dragged Jeremy’s face to look up at him. Jean studied him for a hot second, his gaze boring into Jeremy’s soul before he pulled him up and slot his mouth over Jeremy’s.
Jeremy scrambled for purchase at his chest again, his shirt dragging down and close to tearing now with the desperate motion. His boxers slipped lower as Jean pressed his thigh up under him and Jeremy’s cock sprang free. He whined into Jean’s mouth, as he felt his precum leak out, his cock throbbing for release.
Jean paid his length no mind and instead pressed his tongue into Jeremy’s mouth, licking over his teeth and the roof of his mouth as if he wanted to taste every crevice. The nerves in Jeremy’s brain fired up, sparks of pleasure behind his eyes when Jean suddenly pressed inside him with one finger.
Just as quick his mouth was gone, and Jean’s throat fell victim to the moans tumbling out of Jeremy’s mouth; hitting his skin as he began to finger him teasingly slow.
“Fuck, Jean,” Jeremy exhaled into his skin.
Jean hooked his chin over Jeremy’s shoulder as Jeremy buried his face into his neck.
“I wish you could see this,” Jean said with a quiet, mesmerised whisper. “I wish I could show you how it looks with my fingers inside you.”
Jeremy released the sheets to dig his fingers into Jean’s hips, rocking his own back and fucking upwards as Jean now pushed in with two fingers. The slick sound of his fingers thrusting into Jeremy moulded with his breathless and heady sighs forming into one sensuous melody filling the room.
Jeremy, blinded by the sensation of Jean’s fingers dragging over his walls, zeroed in on Jean’s racing pulse against his temple. He panted hot over Jean’s collar as he relaxed his weight and collapsed against him, desperately bucking his hips back in a steady rhythm on par with Jean’s thudding heart.
His leaking cock continued to drag over Jean’s thigh and when he felt him shift, he almost thought Jean was going to finally relieve him of the building pressure in his pulsing length.
Instead, he reached to cup Jeremy’s jaw, cradling his head to his chest with tender care and affection while he fucked him relentlessly with his fingers in the same breath.
Jeremy felt his heart kick in his chest, and his stomach flutter with bone deep affection and love.
Even in this state, with Jeremy a whiny writhing mess below him, Jean was so gentle and careful with him. Not as if he would break, but rather as if he was something precious and dear to him.
Jeremy hadn’t known what to do with such tenderness, and it had almost broken him the first time Jean touched him this way. But paired with the persistent movement of his fingers pushing him closer to the edge, now all it did was serve to send Jeremy spiralling into throes of pleasure.
“Hah, ah, ah. Jean, more please,” Jeremy cried desperately. “Please, please, please more.”
He was viciously humping Jean’s leg now like a wild animal while the man continued to fuck him with his fingers. At Jeremy’s needy pleas he only sped up his movements, pushing in deeper and faster.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck yes! Yes!” Jeremy called out when Jean’s fingers finally brushed his prostate.
“Come on, baby. That’s it,” Jean murmured against him, his warm breath hitting the shell of Jeremy’s ear.
Blinding heat and pleasure wracked through him and Jeremy could feel himself so close to teetering over the edge. Jean’s fingers curled almost possessively over his jaw at the same time he curled them inside him and Jeremy suddenly wanted them back in his mouth.
Jean's thumb rested just shy of Jeremy's lip, so he reached up, disrupting his rhythm and forcing Jean's fingers closer to his mouth. With a desperate hungry moan, latching onto Jean’s wrist for support, Jeremy continued to buck his hips while he stuffed Jean’s fingers back into his mouth.
“Shit, fuck,” Jean swore, breathless above him. Jeremy only moaned louder in response, his cock twitching almost at the edge.
It was Jean’s voice, sultry and satisfied as he said Jeremy's name, his accent heavier than usual curling around the sounds, that had Jeremy finally tipping over the edge. His balls pulled tight as he cried out while Jean pressed hard and deep against his prostate and into the back of his throat. His cum shot out, making a mess of Jean's leg and the sheets below. With a desperate keen he continued to jerk his hips until he was spent and shuddering from near overstimulation.
Jeremy collapsed against Jean as the man removed his fingers from both ends of him and took his weight. Absently, yet gentle, Jean cupped his jaw again with spit-soaked fingers and stroked over the side of his head humming softly as he soothed Jeremy through the comedown from his intense orgasm. Jeremy smiled against his chest lazily feeling satisfied and stated beyond belief.
Jeremy had had sex with his fair share of men, but never had he been teased as expertly as he had by Jean. The way Jean had learned his body and knew when and where to press to send Jeremy spiralling never failed to make his heart race with hunger.
Jean twitched beneath him, and only then did Jeremy's addled senses register his still very apparent hardness. With a deep inhale he lifted himself off Jean. Not bothering with the mess beneath him, he shifted back, hooking his hands into Jean's sweatpants and tugging them down. Jean lifted his hips accordingly, and stared down at Jeremy with a heady gaze.
Jeremy only smirked up at him before leaning over and locking his lips over Jean's leaking tip. He moaned around him, flattening his tongue over the slit before sliding his lips down to swallow him whole.
Jean's relieved and pleasurable sigh echoed in Jeremy's ears and bounced around in his brain, his stomach pulling in anticipation of tasting Jean's pleasure. Slow and gentle, Jeremy worked his mouth over Jean's cock the way he liked it, sighing softly as the man's careful hands cupped his jaw, pet at his hair, and brushed it back for better view.
"Mmmh, Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy."
Over and over Jean said his name in a breathless mantra, sending heat down the small of Jeremy’s back and making his already spent cock twitch in interest. It only took a few more hits to the back of Jeremy’s throat and a couple of swirls of his warm tongue for Jean to finally release his load as he fell over the edge.
Jeremy swallowed it down with a moan that was only half exaggerated, not letting up until Jean tugged at his hair in demand, hissing from over sensitivity.
A wet popping sound filled the room as he released Jean from his mouth. Jean reached for him, his thumb catching the excess cum Jeremy had let slip on the corner of his lip. Holding Jeremy's blissed out gaze Jean pushed the sticky substance back into Jeremy’s mouth pressing down on his tongue with the pad of his thumb.
Jeremy sighed around the sensation and sucked over Jean's thumb before pulling free and straddling his boyfriend in a more relaxed position. Jean tugged him close, one hand fitting perfectly over the small of his back, the other smoothing up the length of his thigh.
They pressed slow, soft pecks against each other’s lips and Jeremy hummed sweetly into every one.
“Mmm, your hands are dangerous,” he murmured, his lips stretching into a smile against Jean’s mouth.
Jean brushed the hairs off his forehead and replied in French, “So is your mouth, sweet thing.”
Jeremy blushed and allowed Jean to pepper gentle kisses over his closed eyelids, his cheeks, and forehead before tugging him close and wrapping him up in his warm embrace.
Jeremy went willingly, mumbling sweet nothings into the warm skin of Jean’s neck as he stroked up and down his back in a loving, calming gesture.
“Are you okay?” Jean asked as he held him close.
He was always so considerate in the aftermath, helping Jeremy clean himself up or holding him lovingly just like this. Jeremy hadn’t known how desperately he needed some cuddling and aftercare until that first time Jean had given it to him without question. Jeremy hadn’t looked back ever since.
Nobody would ever love him like Jean could. Like Jean does.
Jeremy sighed against him, sagging all his weight into Jean knowing he would always be there to hold him up. “I’m good, baby. I’m so good.”
Jean huffed, amused and fond, as he continued to caress Jeremy’s body. Jeremy allowed himself to sink into him, content to stay wrapped in Jean’s arms with his strong warm hands on his back forever.