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.
He presses his forehead to Sky's shoulder, trembling.
"Please no, Sky. Please, I'm scared."
“It would tear you up inside, wouldn’t it—”
One hand returns to Jean’s cock, strokes it once and then moves lower.
He's crying softly with terror, pressing into Sky as if Sky might protect him from himself, and yet he can't quite go soft. "Sky, I'm afraid, I don't want it, please don't..."
“I won’t make you.”
He starts to fuck Jean roughly on his fingers.
“But you told me what you would do.”
It hurts. He doesn't do this often. And it's hard to relax when everything hurts and he's so, so afraid.
He almost begs for Sky just to kiss him. But he remembers the last time he tried that.
(Sky will do it. He knows Sky will. It isn't just for play.)
"...please ... Sky..."
He can't say it. He can't make it pass his lips. How can he ask for...
"......please -- do it -- only kiss me after, please, please..."
"I want to hear you say it."
He strokes Jean's face with his free hand.
"It would make me so happy."
How can he say no to that?
"Please, Sky, fuck me with the cattle prod," he gasps, and there's tears streaming down his terrified face and his voice is shaking. "Please tear me apart and ruin me and make me scream and, and, do all the things to me that I'm afraid of, violate me with pain and lightning and -- only please, Sky, kiss me when you're done..."
He drinks it in, shudders with bliss.
"I'll hurt you so much."
He kisses him on his forehead.
"But not today."
He cries harder.
"Please, Sky, was I not good enough, I'll do better, I'll beg so prettily ... please, I want you to ravage me -- ravish me -- I want you in me so much and I want you to give me pain instead, Sky, Sky..."
He leans in to kiss him, and it’s only with incredible effort that he stops himself and brushes his lips over Jean’s cheek instead.
“I just wanted to hear you beg—but you’re so good at it...”
"I want you to kiss me, Sky ... do you want me to do it to myself, do you want to watch, please, let me be good for you..."
“You would really do it for me, wouldn’t you?” he murmurs.
“I want you to kiss me so much, Sky, I need it like breathing...”
He laughs, and touches Jean's lips with his fingertips, and then kisses him deep and hungry and delighted.
He moans against Sky’s mouth, kisses and kisses and kisses him.
He was going to stop to talk to him but he finds that he can't – this is just too good and he can take it from Jean as much as he wants and it doesn't even feel like taking, to him.
He moves his fingers inside him slowly and sucks and bites at his lips and hums his satisfaction.
He can’t remember ever being happier. He responds to every motion, every touch, a thousand little noises and tiny helpless exhausted squirms, kissing Sky like every kiss is I love you.
He can do this for a while.
After a few minutes, he withdraws his fingers and rearranges himself.
He ends up sprawled on top of Jean, pinning him with his weight – as if he's going anywhere – with his head laid on a pillow, Jean's face turned to the side so Sky can give him long, lingering kisses without so much as lifting his head. He glows with soft, languid contentment.
(The way he shifts and rolls his hips seems almost like an afterthought.)
It's so wonderful.
Every moment Sky isn't kissing him, Jean gasps adoration, gratitude, pleas for another kiss, please Sky, please don't stop, it's so good. He tells him he loves him, over and over and over. He's forgotten entirely about his aching neglected cock.
“I like using you this way too,” he says quietly, between kisses.
“I’m so glad — I always want to be good enough that you want to use me — I love you, Sky...”
"I love you too, precious thing."
He kisses him between words.
"More – than – anything."
His cock jumps against his thigh; he kisses Sky more hungrily still.
He could never, ever get enough of this.
It's a while before he speaks again.
"...maybe, if you're very good, I'll have you edge until I can make you come just like this."
He whimpers, agonized. "Oh -- please..."