[Jast won't protest the preparation, but he is as eager as he is impatient and he doesn't want to wait for the man to finish before he's back over him. He forgets himself and whistles at the man entreatingly, I'll bend just fine, now come back.]
[Starling raises an eyebrow, that's the second time the boy's made bird sounds at him. Can't be a joke on his name, he hadn't given it and the boy hadn't paid any attention to his tags. It makes him a little curious about what sort of witch he is, but not enough to override the need to fuck him. He's not done with his fingers yet, though, but he pushes forward to have the boy bend, to look at those strange blue eyes. His tags hang down to land against the boy's chest.]
[Jast makes a different sound as the man settles over him, fingers still thrust purposefully inside of him. A low pleased sound. But in answer to the man's question, a somewhat coy look touches his pinked face. That depends on how much Starling would like him to and how much he likes what Starling does.]
[Starling knows people well enough to be able to translate the boy's look. An honest sort of response, he appreciates it in comparison to the normal fakery, girls acting like porno actresses. He wonders how much sound he wants to ring from him. Mostly he just wants to fuck, drive into him until some of the heat's gone. Maybe he'll have the mind for playing after.
One more twist of his fingers and he's pulled back again, sliding a condom on, more lube. Then he's pushing the boy back into that bend again, pushing inside. Gets himself braced but actually waits, for once, watching the boy's face. No hurting.]
[Jast meets his slide, his press, body opens up eagerly, familiarly, relaxed for it. Casual sex holds no more mystery or fear to him after so many years, but he appreciates it when the man stills for him all the same. Jast really has no appreciation for pain, and is pleased to have been taken seriously at his request. He shifts his hips up, fits himself back seamlessly to the man before touching the flexed brace of his forearm, gentle hands finding new targets to tease. Thank you for your patience, but we can both be done with that now.]
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Gonna sing like that all the time, birdboy?
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One more twist of his fingers and he's pulled back again, sliding a condom on, more lube. Then he's pushing the boy back into that bend again, pushing inside. Gets himself braced but actually waits, for once, watching the boy's face. No hurting.]
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