When Jean starts to wake, Sky is inside him.
He’s barely moving, just kissing his face and murmuring to him, pressed up against him, stroking his hair.
Everything hurts but this hurts best.
“Love you so much...”
Sky laughs, kisses him, moans quietly as he starts to fuck him.
"So good – hopeless slave..."
"Your hopeless slave..." (Moan. It hurts so good.)
He punctuates each word with a particularly pointed thrust.
"Your -- ah -- y-yours, please..."
He's recovered enough to reach for Sky, reach for himself.
He stops and smacks away the hand that’s reaching down.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He halfway moans at the slap.
"Yours, yours, so good, love you..."
“Do I have to tie you down again?”
Now he moves again.
"If you want -- anything you want..."
Hands on Sky, pulling him closer.
He will allow this but only because it feels so good to be held.
He starts to gasp and sigh, eyes fluttering closed to concentrate on the sensation.
It hurts (it's good) but the rest of the aching has receded enough that it's hard to let it keep him back from the edge.
"Sky -- oh, Sky, too good..."
He stops and pets him instead, shivering, biting his lip.
Whimper. "Please Sky I would like it so much if you kept using me and let me come."
"No, you have to wait. Remember?"
"For your kiss."
He makes a despairing noise, and his hips twitch, but he doesn't protest further.
Sky starts to move again, slowly, after giving him a moment to calm himself.
"You can't come."
Oh Sky saying that does the opposite of help.
"I love you, I love you, Sky, it's so hard..."
"Do it anyway – mmh – because you love me –"
A sigh that breaks halfway into a moan.
"I do -- more than anything -- Sky -- want you to make it hard for me, want to be good for you..."
He stops trying to control his pace as he leans in to kiss him. Just briefly, just once, at first.
He gasps into the kiss, leans up into it, tries to draw it out.
He's yanked back promptly by his hair.
Another, and another, each just a shade too quick.
No, no, too cruel, how can he be good for kisses -- it's so much to ask of him at the same time, and he's crying as he tries to be good, crying as he opens his lips and his legs for Sky.
Kiss, and then a kiss under each eye, lips brushed down his tear-streaked cheeks.
It's so hard, it's so hard to be good for him -- but it's good for it to be hard, because then Sky will be pleased with him, Sky will be proud of him, Sky will love him.
Besides. Floating like this, awash in blissful torment -- what could be better?
He tries to move to make it good for Sky. He wants so badly to be good.