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.
...well that's ominous. And ambiguous.
He stays where he's put.
He pushes aside the covers and slides down the bed to kiss the end of the cage.
He clutches at the headboard with both hands; presses back into the mattress, as though in a doomed attempt to escape.
He runs his tongue slowly up the cage and then takes it into his mouth, sucks gently. It won’t take any more than that.
He's white-knuckled and making agonized noises, trying desperately not to flail.
"Please Sky please no..."
Oh, that's funny to watch.
He laughs around the cage, and then pulls back, looks up at Jean.
"...let's see how long you can hold on without saying mercy. I'm going to keep track. It'll be important, later."
And immediately, he returns to his work.
He has to be good, he has to ... he bites his tongue, but loses the battle not to struggle away.
He licks his lips, looking a little disappointed, and then looks up.
"...what was that, five seconds?"
Tears spring to his eyes at the disappointed look.
"--I'm sorry, Sky, I didn't -- know that counted -- please let me try again..."
"...I guess I didn't say it counted."
He shifts around a little, gets himself more comfortable.
"But I'm only counting while you're in my mouth. And you have to try to stay still for me."
He gives him a few slow, lingering kisses.
He's so relieved by the mercy; he's gasping thanks as he tries to stay still, twitching and crying and starting to drip, just a little, despite the tube.
That's so good.
He licks the end of the cage clean before he fits him back into his mouth and starts teasing between the bars with the tip of his tongue.
He's crying again. It's agonizing torture, and it's painful on top of that, straining against the cage; and he can't get the horrible mockery of it out of his head, the image of Sky between his legs sucking him off, only he doesn't deserve to come, he isn't even allowed to get hard for him, and so something that should be so unspeakably good is transmuted into the worst thing possible.
If he just doesn't let the noises become words, he can't beg for mercy, no matter how loud he is or how much he cries out. Keeping still is much harder, but he can do it if he thinks about it right, if he lets himself forget that this is only torment and try to arch up into Sky's mouth, try hopelessly to get more, more, just a little more.
Of course, letting himself forget that is its own kind of torture.
He can't help but be a little pleased with how well Jean is holding out. He's trying so hard for him! (And look at the tears, listen to him almost scream...)
Of course, this also means that Sky has to do better.
He can touch his thighs, and make soft, blissful noises around the cage, and look, he can fit it all into his mouth at once...
The noises do him in. The noises make him cry out "mercy, mercy" -- without pulling away, this time, he's so much in love and he can't even think about taking himself away from Sky.
He doesn't stop. Not right away.
He licks him and hums around him and gazes up at him through his eyelashes and then, when he feels satisfied, he pulls back.
It's exquisitely cruel, to make him break and then keep going anyway.
He thrashes in place and cries.
Sky will come up now and kiss the tears off his cheeks.
This doesn't really make him stop crying.
"Sorry." Sob. "Tried."
"Shhh. You were good."
Stroking his hair.
"You made it a long time."
He relaxes, still crying.
"Love you too."
He pulls the covers back up and nuzzles him contentedly.
It's good to hurt and cry for Sky.
He will do a lot of it.
(And rub up against him, uselessly, helplessly.)
Sky, of course, laughs at him.
"It's cute that you're trying."
He whimpers and hides his face in Sky's shoulder and doesn't stop trying.