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No matter how many times Jeremy gets Jean into his lap, it never stops delighting him.
Jean is a big man, both in height and width. Every aspect of him is long and broad, from his strong legs to the thick muscles of his arms. He cuts an intimidating figure on the court and, for people who don't know him well, off it as well.
Jeremy, however, knows Jean very well, and he knows that for all of Jean's size, he's just as big of a baby as well.
Jean wiggles a bit where he's seated in Jeremy's lap, legs bracketing Jeremy's hips so they're chest to chest. He nuzzles the tip of his nose against Jeremy's and Jeremy smiles at how cute the gesture is. He adjusts his grip on Jean's bare thighs and pulls him closer until their naked bodies are pressed flush together, making Jean inhale.
“Oh, hello.” Jeremy laughs breathily as Jean ducks down to kiss his neck. “You’re being so sweet for me.”
Jean kitten-licks over the sensitive skin of Jeremy's throat in response and Jeremy doesn't bother biting back his moan. He does try to stop his hips from bucking up into the pressure of Jean's big, warm weight in his lap, but he fails miserably at that. Another moan leaves him, this one louder than the last, but Jean's little whimper as he's bounced is so adorable Jeremy can't even feel an ounce of shame. Instead, he guides Jean's hips into another roll and Jean makes a sound against Jeremy's throat that has Jeremy dropping his head back against their headboard.
Jean still likes missionary the most despite trying other positions, but riding Jeremy has become a recent favorite. It’s something about being able to see Jeremy’s face, and admittedly, Jeremy likes being able to watch Jean’s expressions for any signs of discomfort. Jean’s slowly gotten more accustomed to being on his stomach or hands and knees, but it’s rarely ever what he prefers in the moment.
Jean also likes kissing so much that it probably further sways his preferences, something Jeremy eagerly encourages. Jean loves kissing. Jeremy has never been with a man who likes it so much, and he’s certainly never been with a man who gets so worked up just from kissing that he can finish like that. Jean loves sweet kisses that lead nowhere, slow kisses, messy kisses. Loves being talked through them, held through them, told how good he's gotten at them and how much Jeremy loves the way he tastes.
Jean’s cock is heavy between them, already full and leaking. Jeremy fights the urge to laugh and watch how Jean pouts at him. Instead, he leans in and licks at the seam of Jean’s mouth until Jean obediently opens, moaning when Jeremy threads his fingers into Jean’s hair and makes him tilt his head so Jeremy can deepen their kiss. The feeling of such a big man squirming in Jeremy’s lap just from kissing is enough to get Jeremy half-hard himself.
He groans into Jean’s mouth when Jean rolls his hips by himself this time, grinding their lengths against each other and smearing Jean’s precum everywhere.
“So wet,” Jeremy murmurs as he draws back enough to playfully pull at Jean’s bottom lip with his teeth, a trick Jean’s grown fond of. Jean chases his lips, pressing their chests fully together and making Jeremy hum at the pleasant scratch of Jean’s chest hair against him. Careful to telegraph his movement to Jean, he reaches between them and wraps a hand around Jean's cock. "Just for me?"
Jean makes a strangled sound at the sudden contact, his hands gripping Jeremy's shoulders. He's so unbelievably hot in Jeremy's hand, practically dripping, and Jeremy swipes a thumb over the flushed head just to watch Jean shudder. If Jean wasn't so obviously needy for something specific tonight, Jeremy would get on his knees and blow Jean until he cried. Jean would probably still love it if he did it now, but Jeremy knows what Jean wants more.
"Just for you," Jean agrees, voice slurred, and drops his forehead against Jeremy's temple. "Jeremy— need more."
"I know, baby," Jeremy soothes, even as he can't resist giving Jean's cock another languid stroke just to feel the way it twitches in his hand, full and heavy.
Jean shudders in response and he paws weakly at Jeremy's shoulder, which is awfully adorable considering how strong they both know he is. He could easily push Jeremy's hand away if he wanted and take control of this, push Jeremy down and take what's his. And oh, Jeremy would love that. But Jeremy loves this too; loves the way Jean puts himself in Jeremy's hands completely even when he knows Jeremy is going to tease him a bit. Loves the way Jean loves being vulnerable, loves the way Jean trusts him with this.
Granting his poor boyfriend mercy, Jeremy reluctantly lets go of Jean's dick. Jean makes a wounded noise at the loss and Jeremy bravely restrains himself from commenting on it. Instead, he reaches to their nightstand and fumbles for the little bottle in the drawer, and Jean— Jean's eyes light up at the sight of Jeremy popping it open and pouring a little bit of lube on his fingers.
I want to eat him, Jeremy thinks, then: He'd probably let me if I asked nicely.
"Up, sweetheart, up," Jeremy tells Jean in his nicest voice, just to watch the way Jean obediently and eagerly adjusts himself on Jeremy's lap so he has better access. "C'mon. Good boy."
There's something addictive about Jean's willingness to do anything Jeremy asks if he just says it in a sweet enough way. Jeremy is hardly one to judge when he's walking around every day with a praise kink of his own, but Jean's proclivity to being sweet talked in bed was such a delightful surprise that Jeremy doesn't think he's ever going to get over.
Jean spreads his legs a little bit before taking a deep breath and reaching back to open himself up for Jeremy. He meets Jeremy's gaze with flushed cheeks and gray eyes so dark with desire Jeremy feels his brain go comically blank and restart.
"Fuck," Jeremy breathes. "You're so hot."
Jean's blush deepens but there's an undeniably pleased tilt to his lips that makes Jeremy want to fuck him senseless. And god, he will, but first he has to appreciate Jean making himself so nice and accessible for him. With slicked up fingers, Jeremy reaches between Jean's legs and rubs a circle over his hole. Jean jolts, tipping over slightly so he's partially braced against Jeremy as he keeps holding himself open.
Jeremy teases Jean slowly, switching to his thumb and pressing gently until it almost slips inside before pulling away. Jean lets out a frustrated huff and the look of betrayal he gives Jeremy is so fucking endearing that Jeremy does it again just to hear the way Jean whimpers.
"Jeremy." His name in Jean's mouth like this, breathless and already wrecked, is so delicious he considers seeing how long Jean will put up with this.
It would probably be fun. He wonders what Jean's cock would look like, all massive and swollen with need. Denied over and over. He wonders if Jean could come just from having his hole teased. Jean's come for him for far less, with Jeremy still fondly thinking about the time he came just from having his nipples played with.
Yes, Jeremy could definitely have fun testing out Jean's limits with this.
"Jeremy," Jean says again, more insistent this time, and lets go of himself to cup Jeremy's cheeks with both hands.
Jean's fingers are calloused where they rub over Jeremy's skin, but they're so impossibly gentle.
"Please fuck me," Jean murmurs. "I need you."
Fuck. Well, Jean's good at getting Jeremy back on track, that's for sure.
"Sorry," Jeremy says, knowing he doesn't sound very apologetic at all as he gives Jean a cheeky smile. "You're just so fun to tease."
And Jean's so sweet and needy right now, but even like this he can't help but roll his eyes. "Perverted man."
"Says the other perverted man," Jeremy points out. "The one who crawled into my lap and told me I needed to fill him up, if I recall correctly."
"And who made me this way?" Jean asks. One of his hands slides down to Jeremy's chin, holding it with casual possessiveness that makes Jeremy want to roll over for Jean instantly. "I was not like this until you."
Jeremy's smile is a grin now. "Are you calling me a bad influence?"
He rubs two fingers over Jean's hole and Jean spasms in his lap with a strangled curse.
"Fuck." Jean lets go of him in favor of gripping the headboard behind Jeremy and forces out a shaky breath. "I will call you whatever you want if you just fuck me already."
Jeremy can certainly think of a several things he wouldn't mind hearing Jean call him while spread open on his cock, but he kind of wants to fuck Jean until he forgets how to use words at all right now. Jeremy uses his free hand to tangle his fingers in Jean's curls and tips his head back gently. Jean obediently returns his hands to Jeremy's shoulders and, sweet boy that he is, opens his mouth eagerly in anticipation for Jeremy's kiss.
Jeremy gives it to him, tongues sliding together and Jean's dick twitching against their stomachs.
“You don't have to call me anything. Just relax. Gonna take care of my boy,” Jeremy promises as he finally eases the first finger past Jean’s rim. Jean inhales sharply, resting his forehead against Jeremy’s. “That’s it, baby. Doing so good for me.”
A shiver passes through Jean’s body. Jeremy works in past the knuckle and Jean instantly melts in his arms, the full weight of him like a blanket as Jeremy begins to fuck Jean with it. Jean opens up so beautifully for him, his body reacting to Jeremy's touch like he was made to be filled like this. Jean moans when Jeremy pushes a second finger in, then a third, until Jean is blissfully rocking his hips into Jeremy's hand and riding his fingers.
Jeremy presses a hot kiss to Jean's temple. “Feel so good around my fingers.”
Jean squeezes down around them at the praise and Jeremy feels it in his dick. He's hard between them, neglected except for the friction of Jean's skin, and the ache to be buried inside Jean's warm body is nearly overwhelming at this point. Jeremy leans down to kiss a mole on Jean's shoulder before crooking his fingers against that spot inside him that makes Jean keen.
Jean fumbles around until he finds Jeremy's hand bracing itself on Jean's hip. He tugs until Jeremy lets go, then guides it back to the nightstand. Jeremy glances over, then huffs out a laugh when he realizes Jean is making him reach for the lube.
Jean gives him a withering look. Jeremy's laugh falters when Jean wraps his free hand around Jeremy's length.
"More," Jean says, the word torn halfway between a plea and a demand.
"Needy," Jeremy teases automatically, even as he rocks up into Jean's hand. The movement jostles Jean on Jeremy's fingers and pulls a gasp from him. "Are my fingers not good enough for you?"
"You are putting words in my mouth," Jean complains, but the relief that passes over his face when Jeremy gives him the bottle is obvious.
Jeremy had warmed up the lube on his fingers for Jean, but Jean has a bit of an evil streak even when he's like this. Jeremy hisses when the cold liquid dribbles down his cock and the corners of Jean's lips tilting up into a smirk make Jeremy wants to kiss it off of him. He tries to do just that, but Jean plants a hand against Jeremy's chest and pushes him back against the headboard. He sets the bottle aside before wrapping his hand around Jeremy again, dragging it up and down with a practiced little twist Jeremy taught him.
Jeremy moans, eyes fluttering shut.
"Your hand is warm," he murmurs, arching into Jean's touch.
Jean leans forward to nip at Jeremy's bottom lip.
"You know what will be even warmer?" he asks quietly.
Jeremy opens his eyes again, finding Jean watching him with his dark, pleading eyes.
And who is Jeremy to deny Jean, really? He'll play and tease, sure, but Jeremy wants this just as badly.
Jean gasps when Jeremy pulls his fingers out, leaving him empty. Jeremy kisses him in apology, one hand steady on Jean's hip as he guides him upright until he's braced above Jeremy's lap. With the other, he lines up the head of his cock with Jean's entrance. Jean hisses out a breath, his hands gripping Jeremy's shoulders. Jeremy looks up at him questioningly. Jean nods firmly.
Slowly, Jeremy eases himself into Jean's heat. Jean muffles a moan by biting down on his bottom lip, but Jeremy has no such restraint. A loud, helpless sound leaves him as he sinks into Jean's perfect, tight hole. Jean's thighs shake with the effort of lowering himself down inch by inch.
“There you go." Jeremy mouths at Jean's chest, pulling one of his nipples between his teeth and making Jean cry out in shock. He tightens around him and it's pure bliss. "All the way down on my cock.”
And Jean, perfect boy that he is, drops himself down the rest of the way until Jeremy bottoms out inside of him.
Jean quivers, breathing slowly as he adjusts to the stretch of Jeremy inside him. Carefully, Jeremy reaches up to touch Jean’s cheek. Jean’s eyelashes flutter shut and he nuzzles into Jeremy’s hand affectionately before opening his eyes again, looking at Jeremy through heavy lids.
Jeremy digs the fingers of his other hand into the sheets below them to anchor himself, resisting the instinct to fuck up into Jean. He’ll always wait for Jean’s sign, no matter how submissive Jean is being or how much Jean flutters those long eyelashes at him.
His thumb traces down the scar that cuts the corner of Jean’s mouth, rubbing appreciatively over the swell of Jean’s bottom lip. It parts for him automatically and Jeremy smiles at the hazy look in Jean’s eyes as he looks back at him. A soft, warm tongue laps at the pad of Jeremy’s thumb and makes him shiver in surprise. When Jeremy doesn’t pull away and only watches him curiously, Jean tilts forward and sucks Jeremy’s thumb into the wet heat of his mouth.
“Oh,” Jeremy breathes. "Wow."
This is usually much more Jeremy's thing, but Jean’s eyes fall shut again in obvious bliss as he sucks at the length inside his mouth. Jeremy can feel the tongue moving against the bottom of his thumb in his cock and Jean must too because suddenly Jean is squeezing down around him. Jeremy’s other hand grabs a handful of Jean’s ass to steady himself, fingers digging into pale flesh and spreading his cheeks enough that Jean moans around his thumb.
Slowly, Jean begins to rock his hips. Jeremy swears. Jean opens his mouth and frees Jeremy’s hand with a wet sound, a long string of saliva connecting them for a moment before Jeremy grips Jean by the waist and pulls him in closer. The sound Jean makes when Jeremy drags against the sensitive spot inside him has the blood roaring in Jeremy’s ears.
He wants this slow and steady, wants Jean to feel every inch of him and forget where he starts and Jeremy ends. Wants Jean to forget what it’s like to not be full of Jeremy. Jeremy helps set Jean’s pace, trying his best not to thrust up into him and letting Jean do all the movement. It’s worth it for the way Jean’s entire body trembles; worth it for the way Jean’s massive cock bobs uselessly between them every time Jeremy pulls him back down.
(Jean once let Jeremy suck him off while he rode the baby blue dildo Jeremy picked out for them. It’s still one of the hottest things Jeremy has ever seen. Admittedly, the part where Jean demanded Jeremy fuck him instead because the dildo wasn’t as good as him was even hotter.
Jeremy had obliged, of course, until Jean’s demands dissolved into nothing but nonsensical whines that vaguely sounded like Jeremy’s name.)
Watching Jean’s heavy cock now makes Jeremy lament that their anatomy doesn’t allow him the flexibility to feel his boyfriend inside his mouth at the same time he fucks him. He settles instead of pulling Jean’s hips closer until the dripping length rubs against their stomachs, making Jean cry out at the friction. Jeremy grins.
Jean likes being guided through things, but his confidence has grown so much since he first started learning how to ride Jeremy. When Jeremy’s hands stop moving Jean’s hips for him, Jean squirms for only a moment before shifting his knees until he can get leverage and begin to bounce on Jeremy’s cock.
“Fuck,” Jeremy hisses out, which Jean only takes as encouragement to lift his hips again, his forehead bumping against Jeremy’s. “Taking me so well. Feel so, so good on my cock, baby.”
Jeremy mouths the words against Jean’s temple and Jean whines in response, tightening around him.
Jean rolls his hips so Jeremy nearly slips out before taking all of him again. He makes a frustrated little noise and shifts his hips to change the angle slightly. This time when Jeremy slides home, Jean jolts and squeezes down around him harder than he has yet, making Jeremy gasp. Jean grinds his hips down insistently, eyes rolling back in his head.
“You’re so hot.” He wonders if Jean is dazed enough to miss the awe in his voice. Jeremy threads his fingers through Jean’s hair and pulls him close. Jean’s mouth is hot and open and waiting for him, tongue in Jeremy’s mouth. Jeremy sucks on it the way he knows Jean likes and Jean bounces himself a little faster, cock rubbing hot and sticky against Jeremy’s stomach as their bodies slide together.
Jeremy’s hand slides down Jean’s lower back, dipping between his cheeks and finding the swollen rim stretched around him. He traces a finger around it, marveling at the ease Jean takes him, and Jean suddenly cries out, shuddering violently in Jeremy’s arms.
Wet heat paints Jeremy’s stomach and Jean’s legs give out from underneath him, falling limply on top of Jeremy and whimpering when his cock sinks entirely inside him. The muscles in his beautiful legs spasm and Jeremy automatically moves a hand to rub one soothingly.
“Oh,” Jeremy says, more to himself than Jean as he blinks down at the mess between their stomachs. Jean immediately hides his face in Jeremy's neck, his cheeks hot to the touch where they press against Jeremy’s skin.
It's not the first time Jean's finished early. Jean's sensitive and easily worked up, even easier to push over the edge. It's one of Jeremy's favorite things about him in bed. He likes knowing he can take Jean apart like this, pull all of his tightly wound strings until he's unraveled completely in Jeremy's hands.
Jean's also really embarrassed about it, despite Jeremy also finishing easily because of how hot Jean is and how good he makes Jeremy feel. Even now, Jeremy can feel Jean's face burning against him and growing hotter with every second he spends there.
“Do you want to stop?” Jeremy asks gently.
Jean shakes his head, still hiding in Jeremy’s neck.
“Okay.” Jeremy rubs a hand soothingly down Jean’s back, fingers tracing his spine. “It might be a little overwhelming if we keep going like this, though. Do you want me to pull out and we can do something else?”
Jean shakes his head more frantically, then, to make his point, squeezes down around Jeremy’s cock and makes them both gasp.
“Fuck,” Jeremy breathes.
He reaches up and tangles his fingers through Jean’s curls and gives a little tug. Not hard, but enough that Jean obediently lifts his head and meets Jeremy’s eyes. His face is flushed unbelievably red, his lips swollen.
“Baby," Jeremy says softly, already halfway gone just from the sight of Jean like this, "if you want me to keep fucking you, I need you to use your words.”
“Jeremy,” Jean rasps, sounding desperate, like just saying Jeremy’s name is enough to get him what he wants. It usually is, to be fair, but Jean is rarely this far gone and Jeremy needs more than this.
“No, no,” Jeremy chides. After a moment of just looking at each other, Jeremy slides his hand down to cup Jean’s cheek, giving it a little squish. Jean’s bottom lip juts out and Jeremy resists the urge to pull him close and kiss it. Instead, he does his best to keep the insatiable lust out of his voice and his tone patient as he says, “We both know you can do better than that.”
Jean’s pink tongue darts out of his mouth to wet his lips. The red painting his skin deepens before he wraps his arms tighter around Jeremy’s shoulders and rolls his hips slowly, pulling a gasp out of Jeremy. When he speaks, his voice comes out low and rough and needy. “Fuck me, Jeremy, please. I need it.” Another slow roll. "Need you."
Jeremy groans, hands dropping down to grip Jean’s waist. Jean moves again more insistently, tipping his head so he can give Jeremy a much sadder, more desperate look. His pretty gray eyes Jeremy destroy the last of Jeremy's self-control.
He hooks his hands under Jean’s thighs and lifts him up until only the head of his cock is inside before dropping Jean down again in one smooth motion. Jean cries out and buries his face back into Jeremy’s neck.
“You like that?” Jeremy asks, mouth against Jean’s curls. Jean nods, not lifting his head. “You did such a good job riding me, baby. Do you want me to fuck you now?” Jean whimpers and Jeremy can’t help but grin. “Yeah? Want me to take care of you?”
Jean nods frantically, squeezing down on Jeremy's cock encouragingly.
"My baby," Jeremy coos, and he knows Jean is gone because he usually rolls his eyes when Jeremy uses this voice on him. Instead, Jean makes a tiny sound and kisses hot and open-mouthed against Jeremy's throat.
Jeremy draws his feet up on the bed and braces himself, holding Jean steady as he thrusts up into him. Jean whines and tightens around him, thighs spasming against Jeremy as he takes him deep.
"Missed being inside you," Jeremy says, relishing the drag of his cock against Jean's tight heat like he didn't fold Jean in half last night. Twenty-four hours is far too long to go without being sheathed in Jean's body. He thinks he's gotten worse. Needier. He wonders if Jean feels this same hunger that can never be filled and grows with each day they spend together. He must, because Jean's dick twitches between them and he licks Jeremy's throat at his words.
He tries not to go too hard, too fast. That's not what he wants right now, although Jean is always so beautiful when he asks for it like that. No, Jeremy wants it slow and deep. He grips Jean's hips and lifts him up until he's threatening to pop out before slowly leasing Jean back down until he's stretched out completely on Jeremy's cock again. The low moan Jean makes every time goes right to his gut.
"You're doing so good." Jeremy runs a hand down Jean's spine and across his sides. His fingers trace the curve of each rib and tries to memorize them the way he wants all of Jean committed to memory. Then he rocks up into Jean again, guiding Jean back down until Jean meets his thrust and is completely full again. "You take me so well."
Jean moans. The sudden wetness at his neck has Jeremy threading fingers through Jean's hair and pulling him up, always so careful not to be rough with this, and the sight of drool dripping down the corners of Jean's kiss-swollen lips twists the hunger in his stomach into something that makes him feel starved.
"Baby," Jeremy breathes, carefully wiping the drool away with his thumb. Jean's tongue darts out to lap at the pad, his gray eyes unfocused and shiny. Jeremy groans, reluctantly pulling his hand away and taking both of Jean's hips in his hands. He leans forward and kisses Jean, his words lost in Jean's eager mouth. "Baby, baby, my perfect boy—"
He drags Jean up and down his cock, meeting Jean's hips with each thrust until all he can hear is the sound of slick skin against skin and Jean's delicious little sounds. It all goes to his head, to his dick, and Jean's tongue in his mouth certainly doesn't help.
“Sweetheart, I’m close.” Jeremy feels unsteady. He presses a hand against the small of Jean’s back to hold him still, to force himself not to thrust up into his boyfriend before he gets Jean’s answers. “Where do you want me?”
Jean makes a strangled noise and tightens his thighs around Jeremy’s hips with so much desperation it makes it obvious before he even manages to speak. His voice comes out rough, like even this much is difficult for him right now. “Inside. Jeremy— need you, please—”
“Of course, baby boy.” Jeremy kisses Jean all over his face, earning him a soft whimper. He leaves a lingering kiss over the scar on the bridge of Jean's nose. “You’re so good at asking for what you want now.”
Jean tucks his face back into the crook of Jeremy’s neck, breathing uneven.
Jeremy fucks Jean slow and deep, fingers digging into his hips as he chases his own release. Jean kisses his neck, his tongue divine on Jeremy's Adam's apple as he leaves marks they both know they'll see in the morning. The thought drives him on, so close, so close, Jean's heat perfect and made for him, so perfect, so close—
Jean sneaks a hand up between their chests and tweaks one of Jeremy's nipples, and Jeremy is gone. He cries out loud enough that Jean has to smother the sound with a kiss and spills inside of Jean, filling him up the way they both know he was meant to be. Jean rocks his hips, working Jeremy through it until Jeremy melts beneath him.
Once Jeremy stops shaking, Jean draws back to peer down at Jeremy's face. There's a trace of smugness there despite his unfocused eyes that makes Jeremy want to devour him. He reaches up to cup Jean's face in his hands and Jean kisses the palm of one.
"Not done?" Jeremy asks, and the crack in his own voice has him smiling blissfully. Look what Jean does to him.
Jean shakes his head, rolling his hips again, and Jeremy's thumb wipes at the corner of Jean's eye.
His gaze is glassy, gray eyes shiny with unspilled tears, and Jeremy takes that as a challenge. He kisses Jean's swollen lips and reaches between them to roll one of Jean's nipples between his fingers, giving it a little tug when Jean cries out. Jean's cock bobs uselessly between them, so unbelievably wet that Jeremy almost thinks he already finished a second time.
Jeremy's fingers reluctantly let go of Jean's nipple, skimming down around the fleshy curve of his pecs and trailing down the curly hair that grows thicker the further down Jean's abdomen he goes. His hand lingers against Jean's stomach, sticky with cum, and feels the way the muscles move under his hand. When Jeremy fucks Jean from behind, Jean likes the way Jeremy holds him here while they do it.
Jeremy scoops up some of Jean's cum on his fingers and wraps his hand around Jean's dick, his poor boyfriend moaning at the touch. Jeremy marvels at the size of him in his hand, how massive Jean is. How he has all this and he still wants Jeremy to fuck him instead. Jeremy has no complaints, not when Jean is so cute and hot and tight. Not when Jean's dick bounces and drools when he's stretched out on Jeremy's instead.
The flushed head is so dark with arousal now, glistening slick and swollen in Jeremy's hand. Jeremy has always liked dicks visually, but Jean's is especially pretty. Cute, even, although he thinks every part of Jean is cute. It's hard not to think of Jean's cock as adorable when it's bobbing like this between them, pretty as a picture and perfect. Jeremy laments again that anatomy doesn't allow him to take it in his mouth while he fucks Jean.
He's already so wet, but Jeremy still tilts his head and spits directly onto the head. Jean's nails dig into Jeremy's arm as he's stroked in time with Jeremy's thrusts, his whole body trembling. Jeremy lowers his face and latches onto one of Jean's nipples, sucking it into his mouth, and Jean actually cries out. Jeremy licks over it before switching to the other, lavishing this one with just as much attention.
He pulls off it with a pop, a thin trail of spit connecting him to Jean's perky nipple as he meets Jean's gaze. When he does, he feels a hungry satisfaction at the tears running down Jean's cheeks and the unfocused look in his eyes. He's barely sitting up straight again before Jean's tongue is in his mouth, his arms around Jeremy's neck like he's trying to press his big body into Jeremy's until they're one.
"Love these so much." Jeremy squeezes one of Jean's tits, fingers playing with his sensitive nipples. Jean gasps and arches into Jeremy's touch. Jeremy pulls at it gently the way he knows Jean likes and is rewarded by Jean clenching down around him. "Could watch them bounce when I fuck you forever." He twists his other hand around Jean's cock at the same time and Jean drops his forehead against Jeremy's cheek. "Love watching this bounce while I fuck you too."
Jean's insides work around him and it's like heaven, on the verge of being too much. Jean's thighs tremble, all the muscles in his big body quivering, and Jeremy thinks about how full Jean is right now. He lets go of Jean's nipple in favor of tracing a hand around Jean's back, trailing down the line of his spine until he's circling Jean's puffy rim where it's stretched around Jeremy's dick.
Jean jolts like he's been shocked and Jeremy smiles. He's sunken in to the hilt, Jean as full as he possibly can be. His dick twitches inside of Jean as his fingers trail through his own cum that's leaked out of Jean's hole.
“You gonna come on my cock again?” Jeremy asks, mouth to Jean’s hair. Jean rubs his wet cheek against Jeremy’s own, a strangled mewl the only sound he’s able to get out. “Come on, baby, show me how good you feel.”
He rolls his hips and Jean's hand buries itself in Jeremy's hair, fingers tightening at the roots. Jeremy moans at the tug, earning himself another one. He takes the hint, bracing his feet on the mattress again and giving Jean what he wants.
Jeremy knows Jean's body almost as well as he knows his own. He uses all his strength to lift Jean's massive body up and down in a steady rhythm and hits Jean's prostate just right on every stroke.
Jean keens, one hand fisted in Jeremy's hair and the other scrabbling at his shoulder as his second orgasm tears through him. His feet twist against the sheets, toes curling and thighs shaking so hard it feels like he's shattering in Jeremy's arms. Jeremy fucks him through it, gaze darting between Jean's face as his eyes roll back in pleasure and the sight of Jean's cock spilling between their stomachs again.
He feels fucking greedy. He feels insatiable. His own cock aches from overstimulation but he fucks Jean until tears prick the corners of his own eyes and Jean is shaking in his arms and making sweet little sounds Jeremy has only heard from him a couple of times before. Jean weakly presses a hand against Jeremy's chest and taps with two fingers the way he was taught and Jeremy finally stills.
"Beautiful," Jeremy whispers, kissing over Jean's forehead and nose and cheeks before pressing a kiss to his lips. No matter how gone Jean is, he still opens his mouth for tongue. It makes Jeremy laugh into his mouth. "My beautiful boy."
Jean keeps rocking slowly on Jeremy’s softening cock, making tiny whimpers into Jeremy’s mouth as he shudders with sensitivity. When Jeremy tries to lift Jean off his lap, Jean wraps his arms so tight around his shoulders that it almost hurts and whines loud enough that Jeremy immediately drops his hands.
"Sorry, sorry," Jeremy apologizes. Jean just snuggles closer to him.
So he circles Jean's big body in his arms and holds him close. If Jean has no issues with not moving, then he doesn't either. Jean is so warm inside, his walls tight where they hold Jeremy like he's meant to be there. It's almost too much with Jean still moving, but the clear comfort Jean is getting out of it makes it worth it.
“You were so good for me, sweetheart,” Jeremy says, peppering Jean’s face in kisses. “My angel. My perfect baby boy.”
Jean parts his swollen lips, but no words come out. Instead, he makes a jumbled sound that has Jeremy reaching up to cup his cheek in his hand. Jean’s gray eyes are hazy and red-rimmed and Jeremy wipes at a stray tear in the corner of his eye with a careful thumb.
“You don’t have to talk, baby,” Jeremy tells him gently. "It's okay."
He slides a flat hand up the curve of Jean's back and all the muscles there. Jean drops his head down so it's resting on Jeremy's shoulder. His touch follows a familiar constellation of his favorite moles down Jean's arms before his fingers curl loosely around one of Jean's biceps, fondling it absently in appreciation.
Jean sighs happily.
He always likes this part after sex, where their naked bodies fit perfectly together with no space between them and they can touch each other as much as they want with no rush to move. Jeremy touches Jean's skin with a sort of reverence he's never felt with anyone else before, although he's starting to come to the conclusion that he can't have sex with Jean without feeling this every single time. Jean is so perfect, so beautiful, so handsome, so right under Jeremy's hands. Every part of him that Jeremy pets over feels like it was meant to be tucked safely within Jeremy's reach for the rest of their lives.
"Jeremy," Jean says after forever, the syllables of his name all soft and floaty and a little smudged from Jean's face being pressed against Jeremy's shoulder.
“You back?” Jeremy asks, smiling and tilting his head so he can kiss Jean’s cheek. Jean hums, exhausted, and Jeremy rubs a slow circle against Jean’s back. “How you feeling?”
“Warm,” Jean mumbles, rocking his hips a little again and earning an inhale from both of them. After a moment, he appreciatively adds, “Full.”
“I bet,” Jeremy says, feeling a pulse in his gut at the thought of all his cum inside of Jean.
"Insatiable." The word sounds so soft in Jean's mouth despite the exasperated way he says it.
"Why?"
"I can feel you twitch inside of me, Jeremy." Jean's laugh is hot and breathy. It tickles Jeremy's sweat-slick skin. "You like filling me even more than I like it."
It's Jeremy's turn to laugh at that. "Well, if you knew what you felt like, you'd get why I'm worse." He flicks a stray curl near Jean's ear affectionately. "And you're the one who looked like you were going to cry if I didn't."
"Hmm," Jean says, because he's a bad liar and knows it, and Jeremy is so stupidly in love with him that all he can do is snort and kiss the shell of Jean's ear.
It's because Jean knows he's a bad liar that he drops the conversation entirely, like he always does, and instead pivots to something he knows will shut Jeremy up immediately. Jean kisses a patch of freckles on Jeremy's shoulder he always seems to get fixated on when he rides him. He moves up slowly, kissing along the side of his neck until Jeremy obediently tilts his head to allow him more access.
"How bad did you maul me this time?" Jeremy teases.
"I was nice," Jean says defensively. After a moment, he relents, "Nicer."
Which is a very Jean Moreau way of admitting Jeremy will probably be wearing a fully-buttoned shirt and some concealer tomorrow. If Jeremy had his way— and if Jean had his way, territorial man that he is— he would be walking around with all of Jean's hickeys on full display. Unfortunately there's this thing called professionalism and his boyfriend's love marks probably are not compliant with that.
Jean sucks another mark into Jeremy's neck just because he can and Jeremy doesn't stop him.
When he's done, Jean finally sits up so they can look at each other properly. And god— Jeremy laughs. Jean looks debauched. His skin is so pink everywhere, his eyes still red-rimmed from crying and his curls a complete mess. His cock is still huge even while soft, flushed and adorable from being overworked. His stomach is covered in his own mess. Jeremy reaches out and runs fingers through it, smearing it through the curly hair on Jean's abdomen. The muscles of Jean's stomach contract beneath his touch, making them both inhale as Jean tightens around Jeremy's oversensitive dick.
"You're so gorgeous," Jeremy breathes, unable to stop himself from smiling dopily up at the big beautiful man scowling down at him. The scowl only makes him cuter.
"Don't laugh at me," Jean complains. "Do you think you look any better?"
Jeremy flutters his eyelashes at Jean. "You think I'm gorgeous too?"
"You know that is not what I meant." Jean sighs, loud and pained, before his face softens. He tweaks Jeremy's nose, making Jeremy laugh again. "Yes. You know I do, foolish man."
"Your foolish man," Jeremy prompts, wrapping his arms around Jean's broad shoulders and pulling him down until they're chest to chest, unbothered by the mess between them. Jean goes easily, like he always does, and nuzzles against Jeremy's cheek affectionately.
"My foolish man," Jean agrees gently, and Jeremy kisses him again, mine mine mine echoing in his head as Jean melts into him until Jeremy forgets where he ends and Jean starts.