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[worldinnovator]

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. ]

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( 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. )

[worldinnovator]

[ 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. ]

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( 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. )

[worldinnovator]

[ 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. ]

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( 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. )

[worldinnovator]

[ 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. ]

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( 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. )

[worldinnovator]

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. ]

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( 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?