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( The pressure against him makes him suck in a breath, his face flushing a little at Sinbad's rather salacious promise. )

I do hope you're not planning on having me on this surface before you pay for it, Sin. ( That reprimand doesn't sound wholly serious though, especially as he rolls his hips against that leg, eyes staring straight at Sinbad as he does so. )

[ Sinbad just smirks and then there's a quick, smooth movement of his hands and Ja'far will find himself spun around to be leaning against the counter by his waist, bent over it, even as Sinbad's hands slide down to cup over his ass through his clothing, gripping tightly and squeezing in playful intent. ]

Oh no? And if I was planning exactly that?

( Ja'far makes a small noise in surprise, not exactly expecting to be suddenly flipped over like that. That squeeze to his ass makes him huff, looking over his shoulder towards Sinbad with an amused look. )

Sin. ( It's another warning, but it sounds more playful than mad. He sighs, rolling his eyes a little as he lifts his hips, returning that intent with his own. ) Alright, but you're the one cleaning anything up.

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[ Sinbad's grin just widens at that. ]

Deal.

[ And then, without warning, he slides down to kneel behind Ja'far, even as he pushes his robes up out of the way to rest pooled around his waist, leaving him exposed from behind as Sinbad crouches behind him, starting to unwind and strip away his underclothes. ]

( Ja'far lets out a small gasp at the sudden rush of air against his skin, his eyes following Sinbad as much as he can as the other man kneels down behind him. )

Sin! ( This time, it's a little more of an actual reprimand, but he just laughs afterwards, feeling his face warm as his underclothes are taken off. ) Gods, you're excited.

Of course I am. When I have you here, like this? All to myself.

[ He's grinning as his hands slide to cup against Ja'far's ass once more, squeezing playfully as he spreads him a little before reaching to slide a single fingertip down over the tight ring of muscle. ]

( Ja'far would like to say something, some sort of reprimand in respond, but his mouth doesn't seem to want to form anything besides a bit of a gasp, especially as that finger trails against his entrance. He feels his face warm, shuddering as he starts to grow excited himself.

He huffs, finally, turning his face away as his blush darkens a little more, a bit embarrassed by what he wants to say. )

You always have me.

I'm glad.

[ There's a fond smile in Sinbad's voice as he repeats the motion, slowly teasing him with questing fingers, although not pressing into him, not yet. ]

Because I intend to keep you.

( He snorts, turning back towards Sinbad with a smile of his own. )

I think you've kept me since I met you, Sin. There's no question you'll have me until whatever end.

Well then. Don't expect that to be changing anytime soon.

[ And because clearly he's not doing enough if Ja'far can still talk so coherently, he leans in after that. And licks a stripe up that cleft, pausing to tease against the puckered entrance with the tip of his tongue on purpose. ]

( He's about to laugh about that, honestly, but Sinbad does something that has him a bit at a loss for words - except to cry out. ) -Ah!

( He shudders, wholly not expecting Sinbad to do that, clutching onto the counter. This man was going to be the death of him. )

[ Only a little death.

Smirking at that response, he can only repeat the motion, leaning in to set to his task with purpose now, teasing sensitive muscle with a slick and agile tongue. ]

( Ja'far huffs, trying to regain some sort of focus, but it's a little impossible with a man you love eating your ass out like that.

He leans against the counter, feeling himself start to harden, responsive to Sinbad's rather talented tongue. )

[ Which is exactly as he'd planned it. Slicking the skin, he continues to torment him with his tongue, even as he lets one hand slide around Ja'far's hip to reach for his arousal. Curling warm fingers around his length, he starts to stroke him slowly in time with the teasing prods and swipes of his tongue. ]

( He can't help the moan that comes out of him at that, or the way he has to brace himself on the counter as Sinbad wraps around him, enveloping him as he continues to tease his entrance.

Here he was, wanting to reprimand Sinbad for wanting to make a mess, and he's the one who's already a wreck. Goddammit, Sin. )

[ Which had been exactly his intent, and Ja'far can't see it, but there's a definite smirk on his lips now as he leans into his task. Fingers stroke slowly, driving his lover higher, even as his tongue teases and stretches and slicks Ja'far's entrance, slow and thorough, pressing into him shallowly. ]

( He keens a little at that press, shutting his mouth closed as soon as he hears the noise he makes - gods, you think he'd be less sensitive by now. But it feels good, something no one's done for him before, the sensation new and interesting.

He can't help the way his hips buck, however, as those fingers start to stroke him slowly, making him harder, more eager. )

Like this, do you?

[ There's a hint of smugness in his tone as he feels the reactions shudder through Ja'far's body, repeating what he'd done. Taking it deeper still. ]

( Ugh, of course Sinbad's insufferably proud about it. He huffs, rolling his eyes, even as he subtly moves his hips in his lover's hand. He does like it, rather a lot. Even more so that it's Sinbad pleasuring him like this. )

Of course I do. It's you, isn't it?

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