[For a very similar reason to Jeoh, Mignon doesn't move his hands at first, either. He simply stares with enough hunger to give his friend all the confirmation of his hypothesis that he needs; a shiver running down his own spine as those words flow into Mignon's ears like sweet honey.
Only the sharp alarm of the microwave going off is enough to snap Mignon out of his daze. His chest rises and deflates with one more exhale; their breaths mingling together before Mignon eventually- reluctantly- decides to pull himself back.
His 'mission' with that little game of chicken between them was only to playfully rile Jeoh up at first; a way to defy the other's "innocent" image of him. Mignon is inexperienced, yes, but he's got all the same desires pent up within his body as any hot-blooded guy his age- if not more. For years, this side of himself has been repressed; beaten down, and nearly snuffed out entirely by his Coach's oppressive fist. Now that Coach is no longer the center of Mignon's world, Mignon's "true" personality can finally begin to blossom. Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing that Jeoh is now responsible for nurturing Mignon's long-neglected sexual appetite and creating a bit of a monster... well. That'll be up to him to decide once the time comes.
The finger against Mignon's chest curls into the fabric of Mignon's shirt, and the athlete subconsciously lets out a low noise under his breath; something between a needy groan and a pained grunt. It's true- he'd lift Jeoh up onto the table and fuck him right here if that's what was asked of him...
...But that's not what was asked of him. So he's going to respect his friend's wishes and eat. But first...
Mignon finally touches Jeoh now- only, it's to gently pull that hand away from his shirt... and raise it up to his lips. Opening his mouth as he maintains eye-contact, Mignon gingerly gives a bite to Jeoh's finger.]
...There's the punishment I owe you.
[And then he releases Jeoh's smaller, daintier hand from his grip. Taking a step back, Mignon goes to retrieve his heated skewers from the microwave, and offer one out to Jeoh as well.]
Here. This'll probably help keep your stamina up for later, too.
[ mignon pulls back and jeoh exhales slowly, trying to calm himself down. getting worked up so easily is a little dumb, isn't it? but there's something about standing here in his family's home with mignon, something weirdly domestic, that makes this all feel so vastly different than anything else he's used to.
still, it's a trial to keep himself in check when mignon makes those sounds or nips the tip of his finger. maybe he thought he was just going to pry his hand off him and that'd be it.
with a dry throat, he takes the offered skewer, shifting where he's leaning against the table in hopes of chilling out, before giving up on it and moving to dig through the bag himself. it's not like mignon doesn't know he's turning him on. he'd have to be blind. ]
Here. We can share it.
[ said before he puts the skewer between his teeth long enough to pop the can of beer open, holding it out to mignon. it might not help with the whole stamina thing, but it might smooth over any frayed nerves. speaking of: ]
You surprised me. I think I thought you would be more nervous.
Nervous? [Mignon blinks and looks up as he ponders that thought for the first time, as if it didn't even occur to him to feel that way.] Mm... Nope.
I'm just happy. [A pause after that shameless display of absolute cheese, and then he adds with a chuckle-]
Or too dumb to know any better, I guess.
But I've already fucked you plenty of times in my head... and I did a lot of research, too. When I think about what the real Jeoh would be like in that situation, I can't help getting excited.
[Plus... he has the feeling that they'll be pretty compatible. Mignon accepts the offered beer with a smile and a nod- thankful for the gesture. The truth is, he doesn't have very much drinking experience, but this feels like as good a time as any for Mignon to get some. He takes a sip and pauses for a brief moment to ponder the strange- but not unpleasant- taste, and licks his lips.]
[ happy... that coaxes a smile out of jeoh and he returns to leaning on the table, taking small bites from the skewer as he listens to mignon. maybe it's the guys he's usually around, but it's impressive how seamlessly he goes from being intense to being so sweet.
the stuff he's saying aside, maybe. but even that is sweet to jeoh. ]
You've already fucked me plenty of times in your head, huh? Does that mean you won't do it anymore once you really fuck me? [ he's teasing mostly, head tipped to the side, gaze level on mignon. ] Was I noisy when you did it? Did you fuck me until I screamed my throat raw?
...I don't know, but... it'll probably be a lot harder to think about anything else. Also...
I'll probably become a little more annoying. [Mignon pauses as he looks at Jeoh's teasing expression, and reaches for his own heated-up skewer to take a bite. Jeoh's questions cause Mignon to blush as he recalls the memories flooding through his mind during all of those lonely nights.] Well, er...
Yeah. [He scratches at his chin with his free hand awkwardly, then admits-] Pretty much?
I kept thinking that I wanted to treat you gently, so... At first I'd always just imagine kissing you gently and holding you for a while. But every time I thought about it... Things always ended up getting a little more intense.
[Quickly, he adds, finally feeling a bit flustered:] Uh, nothing TOO intense, though! Like, I wouldn't try to hurt you or-- I mean, I'm not trying to say that I've got some crazy kink or anything, haha...
[-No kinks he's consciously aware of at the moment, at least.]
[ with how mignon blushes, jeoh is almost sure he won't give him much detail about what he dreamed of. mignon continues to surprise him, though. it's not like he hasn't imagined mignon fucking him in place of his clients before, especially after that one phone call. he probably shouldn't bring that up right now. ]
So we just naturally get to it, huh? And don't worry, I don't think you'd actually try to hurt me.
[ he can't help but laugh a little — not at mignon, but over just how nice it is to be normal about this with someone. someone he likes, in particular. ]
I'll probably become a little more annoying, too. I'm pretty sure once you fuck me, I'll want you to fuck me all the time, Mignon.
[He takes another big chunk of meat off of the skewer between his teeth, quickly and efficiently cleaning it off with one final lick before he washes the sweet and spicy chicken down with a gulp of his beer. He wouldn't exactly say that he finds alchohol tasty, but it does indeed give Mignon a pleasantly warm feeling across his skin as he gets through the can.
A brow raises with interest at the other's words and his complexion reddens from some combination of drinking and arousal. Eyes flick lower to scan him over.]
If that's the only reason... You can "annoy" me all you want, Jeoh.
[He speaks even more frankly as he continues to drink, blunt and honest.] It's gonna be hard for me to control myself. I've already dreamed about leaving hickeys all over you...
It'd look really pretty on pale skin like yours.
[Is Mignon getting slightly tipsy after just one drink? Maybe.]
[ jeoh could point out that they're supposed to share that can of beer, but mignon doesn't really get to indulge in anything thanks to his coach, so he doesn't. it's endearing, anyway, watching the shifts in his expression and the flush dusting his skin. he's sure it'd be warm to the touch if he crossed the distant between them and put his hands on him.
he really should tell mignon he can't leave marks on him, but he can just pin it on some overzealous client if his boss notices. he wants to indulge, too. ]
You've already dreamed about that, too? Hey, what haven't you dreamed of? It sounds like I might have to put in a lot of work to be better than the Jeoh you're dreaming of.
[ still picking away at his one skewer, jeoh takes another small bite and waves his free hand. ]
He coughs; just barely managing to avoid a complete spit-take with the gulp of beer he had been swallowing. A bit of beer is wiped at with the back of his hand after it leaks from his sputtering mouth, and Mignon averts his gaze.] Sorry, uh...
N-no, dream Jeoh never did that.
I mean, I did think about... going down on you before, but... [That's because Mignon has always fantasized about the various ways that he could make Jeoh happy; how he could work to bring someone so experienced pleasure, and eventually prove himself as a worthy lover. Mignon never ever actually spared a thought for all the ways that an experienced partner could bring him pleasure... Until now.
Actually. Jeoh thought of that specific scenario pretty quickly, didn't he?
The athlete turns to look at the other young man with a belated realization, dumbfounded.] ...Is that something you thought about doing before??
[ mignon's reaction earns the dumbest, boyish laugh from jeoh. it takes a beat or two for it to settle into a pleased grin. he's not all that surprised that mignon hasn't dreamed about it. he's basically the farthest thing from selfish.
finally finishing off his skewer, he tucks the stick back into the bag to deal with later, crossing his arms. ]
For you? Yeah, I've thought about it. It's not something I usually do unless the incentive is there, but you're different.
[ the incentive being a significant pay boost, mostly because jeoh can't trust any of his clients not to go overboard. mignon would stop if he needed him to. ]
I'd swallow for you, too.
[ at least he isn't feeling weirdly jealous of dream jeoh anymore. ]
[Mignon's thick silvery brows practically raise up off of his face.] Swallow?
[As in...?
A painful throb shoots between Mignon's legs and the athlete literally has to move back and lean himself against the kitchen counter to steady himself. Blood rushed to his cock so quickly that it seems to have emptied his brain, making Mignon feel damn-near dizzy.]
Ah, shit... [He moves a hand down to cover the not-so-subtle bulge forming between his legs, as if his excitement were really that easy to conceal.]
I couldn't do that-- [Yes he could. Mignon guiltily swallows back the lie before it could leave his throat, raising his free hand up to his face.] No, I mean, I'd be happy no matter what we did, so...
You... you shouldn't have to go that far just to make me feel good. You're the one who deserves to be spoiled by someone for a change...
[ honestly, this is the closest jeoh has come to getting a visual of mignon's cock and it looks big. letting him fuck his throat might actually put him out of commission for a day or two, but... maybe that's okay. while his boss will be pissed, his clients might not mind that he talks back less.
lifting his gaze from mignon's hand over his bulge, it's his turn for his brows to raise, a smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. ]
'Go that far'? When you like someone, isn't it normal to want to do things for them? I could probably get off by just listening to the noises you make when I swallow you down, Mignon.
[ but then he eases up a little because he does really like mignon and he can't remember actually liking anyone else before. ]
But I also just want to do what you're up for. I like you a lot, so if you're happy, I'm good.
Which makes it a lot harder for his semi-hard erection to go down. At least he didn't seem to think Mignon was lame for getting hard just from words (once again), but even if Jeoh did think and say that, Mignon could never deny that he has no hope of being anything but head-over-heels for his friend now. And no desire for anything but that, either.]
Agh, damn... [Mignon smooths his hand through his hair.] I guess... yeah. You're right, it's normal... and I feel the same way about you.
[Frankly-] I just can't believe I'm so lucky.
[As much as he doesn't mind having Jeoh's eyes on him at all, it's a bit easier to avoid getting all riled up again when the other isn't blatantly looking between his legs anymore. The heat on Mignon's skin remains, but he adjusts himself and straightens.] For now...
I wanna borrow your shower, if that's okay. [A smile.] It's probably more romantic if I don't have the sweat from my fight on me, right?
it makes jeoh glad there's some distance between them, what with how his heart stutters in his chest at that. it's just a word and mignon is cute. it's another first though, someone saying how lucky the are around him in a way that isn't... creepy, honestly. mignon's working towards having a firm grip on his heart and he'll worry about that later. ]
Yeah, sure. You don't have to ask to use the shower. Since you're staying here tonight, you can just make yourself at home.
[ but he should still probably show him where it is and get him a towel... and clothes? oh. stopping mid step towards the small hall to the bedroom, he peeks back over at mignon. ]
Do you have a change of clothes? I'm not sure I have anything that could fit you.
[ regardless, the towel he can do, so he fishes a clean one out of the bedroom easily, returning to offer it to mignon. the bathroom is only a few feet away, at least. ]
["At home", huh... Wow. What a thought. And maybe it's the beer's influence, but at least for tonight, such an amazing reality doesn't even feel so far away right now.
In a different world, where he and Jeoh live together... Maybe he'd walk a bit faster to catch up with Jeoh as he walks down the hall... catch him by surprise, kiss his neck... squeeze that cute butt within his hands--]
Huh? [Distracted from his increasingly perverted thoughts, Mignon's eyes quickly flick upwards as he pretends that he wasn't just blatantly looking at Jeoh's ass.]
Oh, yeah... I've got an extra set of clothes already, so it's cool.
[-In his duffel bag which he left by the door, but Mignon isn't thinking about that right now. The moment Jeoh places the towel in his hands, Mignon blinks as a familiar scent wafts into his nostrils and looks down at the towel in awe. Maybe if he were less tipsy, Mignon would at least wait until Jeoh was out of sight to be so shameless, but in this moment he doesn't bother to act remotely normal about his impulses; burrying the towel into his face and breathing in deeply with a satisfied exhale.] Hehe...
Best towel ever~
[Smiling his big, goofy, lovestruck smile, Mignon lowers the towel only to lean in and steal an appreciative smooch from Jeoh's lips.] It almost feels like, rather than pretend boyfriends, we're more like pretend newlyweds now, doesn't it?
[With a carefree giggle at his own words, Mignon turns towards the open bathroom door and calls out playfully as he leaves Jeoh's side.]
[ jeoh's positive mignon has no idea that just going along with this whole pretend boyfriend scenario is already mignon spoiling him. it's nice to shelve being a prostitute, even if it's just for the night. being able to have these normal moments mean more than jeoh thought they might, watching mignon take a whiff of that towel and feeling something tight inside his chest unfurl.
he's red in the face by the time mignon is done with his display of affection, the chaste peck leaving his heart fluttering even as he leaves to go take his shower. ]
Yell if you need anything!
[ what else he could possibly need is lost on jeoh, but then, he's a little fuzzy from mignon buttering him up like that. wandering to the bedroom, he pulls his hoodie off and starts to change into a loose pair of shorts and a larger t-shirt to sleep in. once he's finished, he settles in the living room, sitting on the floor and turning the small television on for quiet background noise.
it's not much of a distraction from the mental images of mignon showering his brain is conjuring up, but it's something. if mignon were anyone else, he probably would have made some overblown show of wanting to shower with him. ]
[Several minutes later, Mignon emerges from the shower with a freshly-scrubbed body and a moderately cleaner mind. Maybe he's a little less tipsy, but he's still so love-drunk that a goofy little smile lingers on his face regardless.
Mignon strolls out into the living room, still undressed, wearing only Jeoh's towel wrapped around his waist.]
Oh, hey! [Perking up, he greets Jeoh brightly on his way to the front door where his duffel bag is sitting.] My bad, I forgot to bring my clothes...
[He snatches up his bag and digs through it, pulling out a simple white t-shirt and gray sweatpants that he had already tucked away. Mignon is mostly turned away from Jeoh out of politeness, but he isn't shy at all about taking off his towel in front of the other young man and changing into his sweatpants before walking over to join Jeoh.]
You look really cute in those shorts... [He speaks as he remains shirtless for the time being, skin still hot from his shower. Mignon continues toweling off his hair, sitting beside Jeoh on the floor to take a curious look at what he's watching on tv.]
[ ... right, mignon's duffel bag. it's slow to dawn on jeoh that he forgot to remind him to take it with him when he ran off to shower, too distracted by literally everything else about the other man. now, he's getting something of a free show, staring at mignon as he discards his towel and pulls on the sweatpants he had stashed in his bag. not at all shy about looking, he doesn't bother to avert his eyes, only pulling a leg up subconsciously to hide.
he's seen mignon shirtless plenty of times, but when he sits down next to him, jeoh almost forgets the television is even on.
with a laugh at the compliment, he gives his shoulder a little shove before turning and pushing himself to his knees and reaching for that towel. it's really just an excuse to touch him more, but he's never gotten the chance to help someone towel their hair off before. ]
Who wants to be cute when you're walking around looking like a wet dream?
[ it's a teasing complaint more than anything else. he likes that mignon at least finds him cute. ]
The moment Jeoh pushes against Mignon's shoulder and starts to help dry off Mignon's hair, nothing else exists but him. The athlete feels something within himself flutter happily in response to the attention, and well as Jeoh's returned praise.]
Heh, but you literally are my wet dream, remember..?
[Any time Mignon's shaggy samoyed-like hair is pushed back out of his face, still slick with moisture, it gives him an unusually more mature appearance; like someone less youthful and bubbly than he actually is. And this older, more suave appearance is only further emphasized by the fact that the look in his eyes shifts into one of both fondness and desire as he looks up at Jeoh, soothed and affectionate.]
...The real Jeoh is even more perfect, though.
[Unable to help himself, Mignon reaches to grab Jeoh by the waist and lift him a bit to bring the other male closer; positioning Jeoh above his lap. It's not even initiating anything explicitly sexual- just general, intimate closeness. Mignon noses at Jeoh's clavicle and takes a deep breath.] Mh.
I love getting to feel the temperature of your body, and smell your scent...
[Shifting closer still, Mignon takes a moment to turn his head and press his ear against Jeoh's chest.] Ah, I even get to hear your heartbeat.
[ it's unfair how attractive mignon is, physically and as far as personality goes. he's never seen him with his hair pushed back, his breath catching in his throat when mignon looks up at him like that. it's no longer a matter of not being able to remember the last person who looked at him like that, jeoh knows no one ever has.
he goes willingly when mignon manhandles him a little bit, his pulse quickening and that heat blooming in his cheeks again. with how mignon is wrapped around him, jeoh is a little grateful he can't see his face right now. he tries to focus on drying his hair, smoothing it back with his fingers as best he can with their new proximity.
mignon can probably hear how rabbit quick his pulse is now. the breath he tries to take is more of a shudder. it's hard to towel him off with him stuck to him, so jeoh finally gives in, tossing the towel to the floor and draping his arms around him in return. ]
The temperature of my body and how quick my heart is beating are both your fault.
[ he's pouting, even punctuated with the small huff he lets out. ]
[It's utterly intoxicating... this closeness, this heat, and the alluring aroma of Jeoh all around him. Thanks to using Jeoh's soap in the shower, even Mignon himself smells like the other young man; an interesting mixture of both their scents upon his skin. It feels like heaven to have someone so gentle within Mignon's strong, clinging grip.
By this time tomorrow... there might be someone else entirely holding on to Jeoh like this; all while Mignon is miles away, getting hurt by an opponent during a fight, or Coach, or a combination of other cruel circumstances going on within the world, but right now...
This is the first time in a long time that Mignon feels like his body is entirely his own. Is it like that for Jeoh, too? Maybe this happiness is all just some fleeting fantasy, but for right now... it all feels very real. Even if the night were to end just like this, Mignon would still feel like some part of his soul has been healed just by proximity to Jeoh alone.]
Heh... [Chuckling, Mignon pulls back to look at Jeoh again; the dusting of a blush against his own sun-kissed skin. His gaze flicks lower to Jeoh's pouting lips, and Mignon can feel a mild arousal stirring within himself already.] ...Then...
Will you let me take responsibility for that?
[One of Mignon's large, rough hands smoothly slides up Jeoh's shorts; fingers lightly slipping up underneath the fabric and stroking at Jeoh's inner-thigh with his thumb, provoking.]
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Only the sharp alarm of the microwave going off is enough to snap Mignon out of his daze. His chest rises and deflates with one more exhale; their breaths mingling together before Mignon eventually- reluctantly- decides to pull himself back.
His 'mission' with that little game of chicken between them was only to playfully rile Jeoh up at first; a way to defy the other's "innocent" image of him. Mignon is inexperienced, yes, but he's got all the same desires pent up within his body as any hot-blooded guy his age- if not more. For years, this side of himself has been repressed; beaten down, and nearly snuffed out entirely by his Coach's oppressive fist. Now that Coach is no longer the center of Mignon's world, Mignon's "true" personality can finally begin to blossom. Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing that Jeoh is now responsible for nurturing Mignon's long-neglected sexual appetite and creating a bit of a monster... well. That'll be up to him to decide once the time comes.
The finger against Mignon's chest curls into the fabric of Mignon's shirt, and the athlete subconsciously lets out a low noise under his breath; something between a needy groan and a pained grunt. It's true- he'd lift Jeoh up onto the table and fuck him right here if that's what was asked of him...
...But that's not what was asked of him. So he's going to respect his friend's wishes and eat. But first...
Mignon finally touches Jeoh now- only, it's to gently pull that hand away from his shirt... and raise it up to his lips. Opening his mouth as he maintains eye-contact, Mignon gingerly gives a bite to Jeoh's finger.]
...There's the punishment I owe you.
[And then he releases Jeoh's smaller, daintier hand from his grip. Taking a step back, Mignon goes to retrieve his heated skewers from the microwave, and offer one out to Jeoh as well.]
Here. This'll probably help keep your stamina up for later, too.
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still, it's a trial to keep himself in check when mignon makes those sounds or nips the tip of his finger. maybe he thought he was just going to pry his hand off him and that'd be it.
with a dry throat, he takes the offered skewer, shifting where he's leaning against the table in hopes of chilling out, before giving up on it and moving to dig through the bag himself. it's not like mignon doesn't know he's turning him on. he'd have to be blind. ]
Here. We can share it.
[ said before he puts the skewer between his teeth long enough to pop the can of beer open, holding it out to mignon. it might not help with the whole stamina thing, but it might smooth over any frayed nerves. speaking of: ]
You surprised me. I think I thought you would be more nervous.
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I'm just happy. [A pause after that shameless display of absolute cheese, and then he adds with a chuckle-]
Or too dumb to know any better, I guess.
But I've already fucked you plenty of times in my head... and I did a lot of research, too. When I think about what the real Jeoh would be like in that situation, I can't help getting excited.
[Plus... he has the feeling that they'll be pretty compatible. Mignon accepts the offered beer with a smile and a nod- thankful for the gesture. The truth is, he doesn't have very much drinking experience, but this feels like as good a time as any for Mignon to get some. He takes a sip and pauses for a brief moment to ponder the strange- but not unpleasant- taste, and licks his lips.]
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the stuff he's saying aside, maybe. but even that is sweet to jeoh. ]
You've already fucked me plenty of times in your head, huh? Does that mean you won't do it anymore once you really fuck me? [ he's teasing mostly, head tipped to the side, gaze level on mignon. ] Was I noisy when you did it? Did you fuck me until I screamed my throat raw?
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...I don't know, but... it'll probably be a lot harder to think about anything else. Also...
I'll probably become a little more annoying. [Mignon pauses as he looks at Jeoh's teasing expression, and reaches for his own heated-up skewer to take a bite. Jeoh's questions cause Mignon to blush as he recalls the memories flooding through his mind during all of those lonely nights.] Well, er...
Yeah. [He scratches at his chin with his free hand awkwardly, then admits-] Pretty much?
I kept thinking that I wanted to treat you gently, so... At first I'd always just imagine kissing you gently and holding you for a while. But every time I thought about it... Things always ended up getting a little more intense.
[Quickly, he adds, finally feeling a bit flustered:] Uh, nothing TOO intense, though! Like, I wouldn't try to hurt you or-- I mean, I'm not trying to say that I've got some crazy kink or anything, haha...
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So we just naturally get to it, huh? And don't worry, I don't think you'd actually try to hurt me.
[ he can't help but laugh a little — not at mignon, but over just how nice it is to be normal about this with someone. someone he likes, in particular. ]
I'll probably become a little more annoying, too. I'm pretty sure once you fuck me, I'll want you to fuck me all the time, Mignon.
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A brow raises with interest at the other's words and his complexion reddens from some combination of drinking and arousal. Eyes flick lower to scan him over.]
If that's the only reason... You can "annoy" me all you want, Jeoh.
[He speaks even more frankly as he continues to drink, blunt and honest.] It's gonna be hard for me to control myself. I've already dreamed about leaving hickeys all over you...
It'd look really pretty on pale skin like yours.
[Is Mignon getting slightly tipsy after just one drink? Maybe.]
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he really should tell mignon he can't leave marks on him, but he can just pin it on some overzealous client if his boss notices. he wants to indulge, too. ]
You've already dreamed about that, too? Hey, what haven't you dreamed of? It sounds like I might have to put in a lot of work to be better than the Jeoh you're dreaming of.
[ still picking away at his one skewer, jeoh takes another small bite and waves his free hand. ]
Has dream Jeoh already let you fuck his throat?
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He coughs; just barely managing to avoid a complete spit-take with the gulp of beer he had been swallowing. A bit of beer is wiped at with the back of his hand after it leaks from his sputtering mouth, and Mignon averts his gaze.] Sorry, uh...
N-no, dream Jeoh never did that.
I mean, I did think about... going down on you before, but... [That's because Mignon has always fantasized about the various ways that he could make Jeoh happy; how he could work to bring someone so experienced pleasure, and eventually prove himself as a worthy lover. Mignon never ever actually spared a thought for all the ways that an experienced partner could bring him pleasure... Until now.
Actually. Jeoh thought of that specific scenario pretty quickly, didn't he?
The athlete turns to look at the other young man with a belated realization, dumbfounded.] ...Is that something you thought about doing before??
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finally finishing off his skewer, he tucks the stick back into the bag to deal with later, crossing his arms. ]
For you? Yeah, I've thought about it. It's not something I usually do unless the incentive is there, but you're different.
[ the incentive being a significant pay boost, mostly because jeoh can't trust any of his clients not to go overboard. mignon would stop if he needed him to. ]
I'd swallow for you, too.
[ at least he isn't feeling weirdly jealous of dream jeoh anymore. ]
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[As in...?
A painful throb shoots between Mignon's legs and the athlete literally has to move back and lean himself against the kitchen counter to steady himself. Blood rushed to his cock so quickly that it seems to have emptied his brain, making Mignon feel damn-near dizzy.]
Ah, shit... [He moves a hand down to cover the not-so-subtle bulge forming between his legs, as if his excitement were really that easy to conceal.]
I couldn't do that-- [Yes he could. Mignon guiltily swallows back the lie before it could leave his throat, raising his free hand up to his face.] No, I mean, I'd be happy no matter what we did, so...
You... you shouldn't have to go that far just to make me feel good. You're the one who deserves to be spoiled by someone for a change...
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lifting his gaze from mignon's hand over his bulge, it's his turn for his brows to raise, a smile still tugging at the corners of his lips. ]
'Go that far'? When you like someone, isn't it normal to want to do things for them? I could probably get off by just listening to the noises you make when I swallow you down, Mignon.
[ but then he eases up a little because he does really like mignon and he can't remember actually liking anyone else before. ]
But I also just want to do what you're up for. I like you a lot, so if you're happy, I'm good.
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Which makes it a lot harder for his semi-hard erection to go down. At least he didn't seem to think Mignon was lame for getting hard just from words (once again), but even if Jeoh did think and say that, Mignon could never deny that he has no hope of being anything but head-over-heels for his friend now. And no desire for anything but that, either.]
Agh, damn... [Mignon smooths his hand through his hair.] I guess... yeah. You're right, it's normal... and I feel the same way about you.
[Frankly-] I just can't believe I'm so lucky.
[As much as he doesn't mind having Jeoh's eyes on him at all, it's a bit easier to avoid getting all riled up again when the other isn't blatantly looking between his legs anymore. The heat on Mignon's skin remains, but he adjusts himself and straightens.] For now...
I wanna borrow your shower, if that's okay. [A smile.] It's probably more romantic if I don't have the sweat from my fight on me, right?
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it makes jeoh glad there's some distance between them, what with how his heart stutters in his chest at that. it's just a word and mignon is cute. it's another first though, someone saying how lucky the are around him in a way that isn't... creepy, honestly. mignon's working towards having a firm grip on his heart and he'll worry about that later. ]
Yeah, sure. You don't have to ask to use the shower. Since you're staying here tonight, you can just make yourself at home.
[ but he should still probably show him where it is and get him a towel... and clothes? oh. stopping mid step towards the small hall to the bedroom, he peeks back over at mignon. ]
Do you have a change of clothes? I'm not sure I have anything that could fit you.
[ regardless, the towel he can do, so he fishes a clean one out of the bedroom easily, returning to offer it to mignon. the bathroom is only a few feet away, at least. ]
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In a different world, where he and Jeoh live together... Maybe he'd walk a bit faster to catch up with Jeoh as he walks down the hall... catch him by surprise, kiss his neck... squeeze that cute butt within his hands--]
Huh? [Distracted from his increasingly perverted thoughts, Mignon's eyes quickly flick upwards as he pretends that he wasn't just blatantly looking at Jeoh's ass.]
Oh, yeah... I've got an extra set of clothes already, so it's cool.
[-In his duffel bag which he left by the door, but Mignon isn't thinking about that right now. The moment Jeoh places the towel in his hands, Mignon blinks as a familiar scent wafts into his nostrils and looks down at the towel in awe. Maybe if he were less tipsy, Mignon would at least wait until Jeoh was out of sight to be so shameless, but in this moment he doesn't bother to act remotely normal about his impulses; burrying the towel into his face and breathing in deeply with a satisfied exhale.] Hehe...
Best towel ever~
[Smiling his big, goofy, lovestruck smile, Mignon lowers the towel only to lean in and steal an appreciative smooch from Jeoh's lips.] It almost feels like, rather than pretend boyfriends, we're more like pretend newlyweds now, doesn't it?
[With a carefree giggle at his own words, Mignon turns towards the open bathroom door and calls out playfully as he leaves Jeoh's side.]
I'll be back in a minute, Babe... ♥
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he's red in the face by the time mignon is done with his display of affection, the chaste peck leaving his heart fluttering even as he leaves to go take his shower. ]
Yell if you need anything!
[ what else he could possibly need is lost on jeoh, but then, he's a little fuzzy from mignon buttering him up like that. wandering to the bedroom, he pulls his hoodie off and starts to change into a loose pair of shorts and a larger t-shirt to sleep in. once he's finished, he settles in the living room, sitting on the floor and turning the small television on for quiet background noise.
it's not much of a distraction from the mental images of mignon showering his brain is conjuring up, but it's something. if mignon were anyone else, he probably would have made some overblown show of wanting to shower with him. ]
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Mignon strolls out into the living room, still undressed, wearing only Jeoh's towel wrapped around his waist.]
Oh, hey! [Perking up, he greets Jeoh brightly on his way to the front door where his duffel bag is sitting.] My bad, I forgot to bring my clothes...
[He snatches up his bag and digs through it, pulling out a simple white t-shirt and gray sweatpants that he had already tucked away. Mignon is mostly turned away from Jeoh out of politeness, but he isn't shy at all about taking off his towel in front of the other young man and changing into his sweatpants before walking over to join Jeoh.]
You look really cute in those shorts... [He speaks as he remains shirtless for the time being, skin still hot from his shower. Mignon continues toweling off his hair, sitting beside Jeoh on the floor to take a curious look at what he's watching on tv.]
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he's seen mignon shirtless plenty of times, but when he sits down next to him, jeoh almost forgets the television is even on.
with a laugh at the compliment, he gives his shoulder a little shove before turning and pushing himself to his knees and reaching for that towel. it's really just an excuse to touch him more, but he's never gotten the chance to help someone towel their hair off before. ]
Who wants to be cute when you're walking around looking like a wet dream?
[ it's a teasing complaint more than anything else. he likes that mignon at least finds him cute. ]
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The moment Jeoh pushes against Mignon's shoulder and starts to help dry off Mignon's hair, nothing else exists but him. The athlete feels something within himself flutter happily in response to the attention, and well as Jeoh's returned praise.]
Heh, but you literally are my wet dream, remember..?
[Any time Mignon's shaggy
samoyed-likehair is pushed back out of his face, still slick with moisture, it gives him an unusually more mature appearance; like someone less youthful and bubbly than he actually is. And this older, more suave appearance is only further emphasized by the fact that the look in his eyes shifts into one of both fondness and desire as he looks up at Jeoh, soothed and affectionate.]...The real Jeoh is even more perfect, though.
[Unable to help himself, Mignon reaches to grab Jeoh by the waist and lift him a bit to bring the other male closer; positioning Jeoh above his lap. It's not even initiating anything explicitly sexual- just general, intimate closeness. Mignon noses at Jeoh's clavicle and takes a deep breath.] Mh.
I love getting to feel the temperature of your body, and smell your scent...
[Shifting closer still, Mignon takes a moment to turn his head and press his ear against Jeoh's chest.] Ah, I even get to hear your heartbeat.
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he goes willingly when mignon manhandles him a little bit, his pulse quickening and that heat blooming in his cheeks again. with how mignon is wrapped around him, jeoh is a little grateful he can't see his face right now. he tries to focus on drying his hair, smoothing it back with his fingers as best he can with their new proximity.
mignon can probably hear how rabbit quick his pulse is now. the breath he tries to take is more of a shudder. it's hard to towel him off with him stuck to him, so jeoh finally gives in, tossing the towel to the floor and draping his arms around him in return. ]
The temperature of my body and how quick my heart is beating are both your fault.
[ he's pouting, even punctuated with the small huff he lets out. ]
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By this time tomorrow... there might be someone else entirely holding on to Jeoh like this; all while Mignon is miles away, getting hurt by an opponent during a fight, or Coach, or a combination of other cruel circumstances going on within the world, but right now...
This is the first time in a long time that Mignon feels like his body is entirely his own. Is it like that for Jeoh, too? Maybe this happiness is all just some fleeting fantasy, but for right now... it all feels very real. Even if the night were to end just like this, Mignon would still feel like some part of his soul has been healed just by proximity to Jeoh alone.]
Heh... [Chuckling, Mignon pulls back to look at Jeoh again; the dusting of a blush against his own sun-kissed skin. His gaze flicks lower to Jeoh's pouting lips, and Mignon can feel a mild arousal stirring within himself already.] ...Then...
Will you let me take responsibility for that?
[One of Mignon's large, rough hands smoothly slides up Jeoh's shorts; fingers lightly slipping up underneath the fabric and stroking at Jeoh's inner-thigh with his thumb, provoking.]