It's... Strange - Avdol x Polnareff

Come Here

❗❗NSFW WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER❗❗
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He felt the command rush through him like electricity, causing him to jolt slightly. Jean moved the fingers covering his eyes slightly, so he could just make out the hand that was outstretched towards him.

"Jean... Would you like me to ask again?" the smirk that pulled on those full lips gave Jean pause, before he resolutely swallowed and slid his hands down his face to land limply in his lap. He nodded, eyes darting to the side in an attempt to steel his growing nerves mixed with something, many somethings. While he expected it, Jean still felt his fingers tighten and grip the blanket when he heard that rich, deep rumble of a chuckle leave Avdols throat. Jean tried to give a glare, but it was lopsided and half-hearted, overtaken by his want to laugh along too. "This is absurd" he found himself thinking, but not seriously enough to voice that particular thought.

"Come," he paused, a thick eyebrow arching up a tick, Avdols expression turning mischievous "here" he finished, punctuating it with a beckoning gesture of his already outstretched hand. Almost as if a switch had been flicked, Jeans legs and arms worked in tandem to heft himself up and onto his hands and knees, clumsily crawling across the already small couch and into the other man's space.

"Don't have to tell me thrice" he snorted, and Avdol beamed. In a matter of seconds Jean found himself with his thighs either side of Avdols own, his knees resting comfortably beside his hips. He placed his forearms gently on Avdols broad shoulders with his hands limply clasped together to cradle the back of his neck. Tilting his head down slightly to look at the other man, Jean was almost floored by the look of pure and unfiltered lust those deep golden brown eyes held, in fact he could barely even see any colour at all, it having been swallowed up by a tantalizing black.

Something overwhelming grew inside Jean, the want, the need to just appreciate and cherish the man underneath him. Slowly, he moved his hands, bringing them around to cup Avdols reddening cheeks, relishing in the way the man leaned into the contact and closed his eyes, content. He moved his thumbs carefully over those soft ebony eyelids before leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss over both of them. The barely audible hum he received in turn made a smile find its way to Jeans lips.

"I feel so at ease with you... Mon rayon de soleil" the term of endearment came out uneasily, as if testing the way it rolled off his tongue. He kept his eyes trained on Avdols face, trying to gauge a reaction and was pleased to receive a barely audible snort and eyes looking directly back at him.

"Mon rayon de soleil... I was not aware you were one for such cute petnames," he seemed to pause for a moment before "Malak huluin li". Jean felt a groan rip through him at the dazzling smile that accompanied those words that he couldn't understand.

"Ugh god you could've just called me a cabbage for all I know and I'd still thank you and hope you'd say it again" Jean mumbled almost incoherently, pressing his forehead against Avdols, who was already used to the Frenchmans frequent word vomit. "In fact, I'm sure I can think of a few ways to thank you right now" Jean recovered enough from said word vomit to waggle his hairless brows, the action was felt more than seen by Avdol.

Jean settled himself after he stopped moving his hairless brows, content to simply stare in quiet awe of the other man, their foreheads still pressed carefully together. It was a moment of calm and silent confirmation for both men, communicating "is this okay?" and receiving a resounding "yes". The exchange was ended with Avdol reaching behind Jean to settle a large, heavy hand on the swell of his right ass cheek, his hand flexing to give a little squeeze. His left hand moved to rest on the pale man's chin, thumb swiping across a rosy bottom lip.