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Jag smiled at that, and pulled back long enough to spit in his hand, and request, "Keep talking," biting down on his lip before moving back to the task at hand - and mouth. His spit made for a smoother stroke of his palm over Jag's cock, and he sucked in his head, gentle suction as his tongue resumed playing with the steel bar. He might have been dying for this, but he wasn't going to rush through it.

"I... I honestly don't know how you expect me to form words when you're... Oh. Oh fuck- When...When your lips are on me and you're- You're doing that" Val groaned, gripping Jag's hair a little tighter and rolling his hips slightly.

It was worth it, though, that request, to hear that strain, that different pitch to Val's voice as Jag tried to recreate everything he had found out Val liked, the few times he had done this to him. The tighter grip in his hair had him moaning softly around Val's cock, and the roll of his hips had Jag open up to take more of him in, lips sliding down his length until Val hit the back of his throat, Jag's tongue cradling the underside of his cock. A little more suction as he pulled back, and then slid forward again, setting up a nice rhythm as his other hand tried to help Val get rid of his shoes, so he could get his trousers off and spread his legs. But he really didn't want to stop this for the world, and his tongue teased him again, the way that had first triggered that moan and tug, hoping to bring it about again.

"Oh, Jag... You should- You should stop. I'm not sure I'll last if you don't," Val panted- Though he didn't loosen his hold on Jag's hair at all.

He'd missed this. Not just the act, but just- This. The proximity, the heat... The scent of Jag's arousal.

Far from making Jag stop, or slow down, the words just had him pick up the pace and suck harder. As soon as he got one of Val's shoes off, he let him pull his foot free of his trousers and underwear and then spread his legs, his hand now coming to his balls to gently knead them. He hadn't wanted to rush through this, but he was loving the idea of making Val lose it this quickly, of watching and feeling him come apart because of him. This, this was worth all the conversations in the world. This was real, and it was them.

It would be so easy to surrender to his desires, to close his eyes and let go as he spilled down the other man's throat. However, Val found his self control, growling slightly as he used his hold On Jag's hair to pull him away from his cock.

"Wicked man," he accused.

Jag got off on Val's hold on his hair, and it was partly that that had him lean forward, against the pull. Partly that, partly that he just wanted, so badly, to make Val lose it. Not that being denied that wasn't a turn-on in itself.

"Not as wicked as I'd like to be," he pointed out, a strain in his voice, a happy glint in his eyes, rolling his balls gently against his palm, thumb brushing at the soft skin right behind them, his gaze not wavering from Val's as he sat back on his heels.

As vicious and wild as the wolf could be, it was just as capable of adoration and loyalty, and Val's voice softened as he drank in the sight of the other man and smiled.

"Come up on the bed with me, Jag. As beautiful as you look on your knees- I want you at my side."

"Be there in a second," Jag promised him with a half smile, and pulled his hand back to finish ridding Val of his other shoe, socks, trousers and underpants. Then he got rid of his own remaining clothes and climbed onto the bed, or more accurately, on Val's lap, straddling his thighs and kissing him again, both hands coming to cradle his face.

"Wicked," Val said again, though he was laughing between kisses as his arms snaked around Jag to keep him close.

Fingertips traced lines up the other man's spine, memorizing every curve, line, and ridge as they pressed into skin.

"I'm just getting started," Jag promised him against his lips, smiling before kissing Val again, his cock hard against his stomach. That giddiness was back, and making him smile between kisses and even through some of them.

One hand remained on Jag's back, petting and exploring, while the other snuck around slowly to take him in hand. He stroked slowly, his grip loose and teasing. He was toying with him, taking his time.

"Oh?" he asked between kisses, practically speaking the words into Jag's mouth. "Is that so?"

"Fuck," Jag chuckled happily, hips rolling lazily with the back and forth of Val's hand. "Yes. Yes, definitely," he confirmed, and kissed him again, with more heat. "If it was up to me, we wouldn't stop until we've christened every room in this place."

"My stamina's good, but it's not that good," Val grinned, tightening his hold ever so slightly. "This place has a lot of rooms you know," he added with a teasing purr.

"We'd have to stay here for days," Jag agreed, his breath slightly shorter now, and he smiled again to punctuate that clearly horrible idea, thumbnails grazing over Val's nipples. "I reckon - there's more food stocked than for just one breakfast? Wouldn't ever have to set foot outside." He chuckled, and moaned at a particularly lovely stroke. "Not unless we wanted to christen the grounds, too, fuck," and he was kissing Val again, forcing himself not to push him to pick up the pace, since he was hoping to last more than thirty seconds.

"I don't see why we'd ever leave this bed if we were staying days," Val grinned. "I'd just hire someone to cook for us between shags."

Jag bit down on his lip, breath catching in his throat for a bit at another perfect stroke of Val's hand. "But - I'm sure - I'm sure there's lots of expensive furniture you'd look - so good - bent over," he managed to get out between gasps and sighs, his hands stroking Val's shoulders and back, as if trying to find a grip and never quite managing, given the way Val was making him feel.

Val was all calm and control now though, moving slowly and enjoying watching every moment of Jag's pleasure and struggle.

"I look just as lovely on my back," he grinned. "...Or on top."

"Fuck yes," Jag agreed with a groan, agreed with that image, and the controlled slide of Val's fingers, the touch only slightly rough for lack of lubrication, the perfect counterpoint to make sure it wouldn't be enough, not at this pace. But really, completely agreed with that image, eyelashes fluttering before he managed to focus on Val's face again, gaze dropping to his lips, and he wet his own as he looked up into his eyes. "Where would you take me?"

Val's hand stilled, his thumb flicking playfully over the tip of Jag's cock.

"Anywhere your heart desired. I mean that spiritually and physically. Anywhere in the world, any state of being- I want to take you there."

Jag made a frustrated little noise when the motion of Val's hand stopped, and was about to ask for it back when Val spoke, and Jag didn't know what to do with the emotions that swelled up in him, didn't know how to hear those words without that tense and release in his lungs, didn't know how to respond to them. Didn't have a clue about that last one, actually. He'd expected more dirty talk, and he froze for a couple of seconds, and then he poured all that he didn't know into a long, deep kiss, because actions spoke louder than words, didn't they? He wasn't sure his actions could ever speak as loud as Val's words had just now, with him, but they would certainly speak louder than any inadequate word Jag might have awkwardly come up with.

Val understood, and he returned the kiss with a bit more calm than Jag as he leaned back and pulled Jag with him to lay down.

Val's calm seemed to seep into Jag little by little, and he eventually broke the kiss and brushed his nose against Val's. "I hope you realise you've put a stop to a very nice run of dirty talk," he pointed out with a small smile, because deflection was second nature. But then he forced himself to add, "Thank you." How much these two simple words meant showed in his eyes, and he immediately dropped his gaze, then kissed Val again, shifting so their cocks would rub together.

"Sorry," Val murmured, rocking into the friction with a tiny moan. "I have a habit of getting sentimental at odd moments. ...I meant it though. Truly."

"You're crazy," Jag told him, with a smile, crazy for feeling that way about him, but he wasn't going to talk him out of it. He was going to make the most of it until he inevitably fucked it up. And making the most of it started with another long, complicated kiss, and another shift of his hips. "What would you like?" he asked him, and sucked a kiss on the point of his chin, a graze of teeth, the flash of a wicked smile. "Tell me what you want right now, Val."

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