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There's Just No Helping Ninjas


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[speed_of_snark]

Beats only for you.

[He mutters this hoarsely before kissing David as he rocks himself deeply inside of him. The pace he sets is just short of punishing, but he does slip a hand between the two of them to stroke David's cock just the same.]

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[Now it does. Now it beats for only him, and it’s a beautiful thing to have. A beautiful thing to know. It’s only ever beat for Jean-Paul, a statement that was true but came with some morbidity so he tossed it away as he instead focused on the way his lover moved in him. Focused on the heat and the pressure, on each thrust hitting just right, on the way he moved and it was so good.]

Same. Fuck, babe, same.

[He’s shaking, the dual sensations of being penetrated and being stroked working him up so very, very well at this point.]

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[Words will never be as eloquent as body language. Jean-Paul mouths David's neck, teeth skating delicately over the hot skin there, as his hips continue to rock and his hand continues to move. He varies the stroke - harder, slower, faster, pause - chasing the moments when David's breath catches in his throat. His own thrusts are relentless, burying himself inside his lover again and again.]

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[Nope. He's lost. So lost. There isn't much more he could handle. It's happening, hard and fast and David is left shouting his lover's name as he loses all of his control. His body tightens around his lover, his whole body clenching tight, his muscles tense before he goes soft and plaint and mostly melted.]

Fuck. Holy fuck, babe. That's... fuck you're always so good.

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[Jean-Paul kisses David's lips as he lets go of his cock, his hips slowing but not stopping. When he speaks, it's entirely in French.] You're perfect. You're so very, very good. Just a bit more, just say you need it, say you need me.

[He buries his face against David's neck, thrusting with long, slow, hard strokes until he can feel his body teetering on the edge of release.]

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[Of course he agrees to say the words, even if he doesn't agree with the idea that he's perfect. Not at all.]

I need you. I need this. Always, my heart, I always need you. Please love, I need to feel you.

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[There's something in David's voice that just allows Jean-Paul to sink into his body completely, the pulse of his hips becoming less deliberate. He finds himself thrusting as deep as he can' holding David as close as possible, saying the other man's name over and over against his skin as the inevitable tide of release crashes over him.

He finally pulls away, careful to help David stand properly.]

Chrisse. David. Shower? Shower. While my brain resets.

[helpdesk_hero]

Shower while your brain resets, or after?

[Fuck that had been an experience. One that was absolutely wonderful.]

Does that mean we have to come out of the closet?

[speed_of_snark]

[Jean-Paul snorts, not quite laughing, and tugs at David's hands.] You can go first, you sassy bitch.

[helpdesk_hero]

Dropped a letter there, love. Your sassy bitch. Be properly possessive after claiming my ass.

[He laughs with his partner, and lets himself be pulled, lets the man make sure his feet are under him.

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MY sassy bitch. [He pauses to steal a kiss.]

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[His. Always his. He grins into the kiss, and when it's done he chuckles.]

Carry me.[His. Always his. He grins into the kiss, and when it's done he chuckles.]

Carry me.

[speed_of_snark]

[It's an easy thing to scoop David up bridal style and hold him close as he heads out of the dark closet.]

You're silly.

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[And when they're out in more light, Jean-Paul will absolutely be able to see the look of adoration David cast up at him.]

I am. It's easier around you.

[speed_of_snark]

I'm glad.

You make it easier for me, too.

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[Well, that gets a bit of preening pride in his smile.]

I want to keep doing that for as long as possible.

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[Jean-Paul can't help but smile at that.] Me too.

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[David shifts in his lover's arms to get his arms around the other man's neck.]

So, nice long soak, or quick hot shower and bed?

[speed_of_snark]

Mmm, I was thinking shower, but I could be persuaded otherwise if you prefer.

[helpdesk_hero]

Shower is easier. So I can fall asleep in your arms.

[What more could a man want, after all?]

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<small.[He stops walking so he can kiss David's lips.]</small> Sounds perfect.

[helpdesk_hero]

Mmmmm. Keep pampering me like this and I might have to keep you.