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The doors finally shut behind them after a long day of meetings. Gira closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh; he’s never been more ready to collapse into bed. But as soon as he opens them, he finds himself shoved against said closed doors by Jeramie, and Jeramie’s lips on his.
Gira lets out a surprised noise, finally breathing out a hello as Jeramie breaks away to pepper kisses to his face, up his jaw, down his neck.. “Jeramie,” Gira gasps, “are you feeling all right?”
It’s not like him to be this forward. Usually, Gira is the one to initiate their activities, or is goaded by Jeramie in that subtextual way of his.
“As always, my love…” Gira feels the vibration of Jeramie’s voice against his skin. “...you’re terrible at reading between the lines.” Gira thinks, or tries his hardest to think while Jeramie is pressing his lips again and again to the sensitive skin along his jawline, sharp fangs grazing his skin.
He supposes Jeramie had been acting a bit strangely all day. Sometimes, he’d look across at him during one of their meetings, to find Jeramie looking at him almost… hungrily? But he’d assumed… Gira couldn’t remember what he’d assumed, actually, especially with Jeramie’s tongue dragging along his neck, that particularly intoxicating scent of his flooding his system.
“What– ah– what does that mean?” Gira breathes out, and Jeramie finally breaks away.
“It’s… it’s this time of year,” Jeramie mumbles, almost… embarrassed? “It always…” he trails off, and he’s looking at Gira with that hunger again, eyes almost glazed over. Gira feels Jeramie untucking his shirt, feels the cool hardness of his Bugnarak hand on his stomach.
“Always what?” Gira asks, consciously trying not to sound too affected by Jeramie’s touch. Jeramie lets out a frustrated breath.
“Do I really have to spell it all out for you?” he says, voice low, then pauses, as if waiting for Gira to respond. But Gira’s still blanking. Jeramie’s fingers trace along his hip bone. Jeramie closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and breathes out, “It’s spider mating season.”
“Oh,” Gira says, because he’s not sure what else to say. He feels his heartbeat pick up as he comes to terms with the fact that Jeramie is actually really hot like this. He’s so close. Gira can feel his breath against his lips. He needs to be kissing him again. Why isn’t he kissing him again already?
Gira closes the gap between them, pulling Jeramie in towards him, and Jeramie gives a contented sigh as he licks into his mouth. His hands wander up Gira’s shirt as he kisses him frantically, feeling over his chest, sharp Bugnarak fingers grazing over a nipple. He slips a leg between Gira’s, rolling his hips into him ever so slightly, and a thrill shoots through Gira at the realization that he’s already half hard.
“Bed?” Gira manages to breathe out the next time Jeramie breaks away, and as soon as he feels him nod against him Jeramie’s taking him by the shoulders, turning him around from against the wall and pushing him towards the bed. Gira falls with a quiet uff ; he forgot how strong Jeramie was.
Jeramie straddles him and gets to work on removing his clothing; somewhere along the way to the bed he’d already taken care of Gira’s mantle. He makes quick work of his top (maybe the quickest he’s ever done it), then swiftly removes his own, and his shirt doesn’t hit the bed before his lips are back on Gira’s.
He works his way down to Gira’s now-exposed collarbone, finally sinking his fangs into his skin. Gira gives a small gasp, and Jeramie hums in response, kissing his shoulder, then his neck, and Gira protests as he bites down again right under his jaw.
“Jeramie– ah– people will see–” But Jeramie doesn’t seem to hear him, so focused on sucking marks into Gira’s skin. His skin tingles as Jeramie’s venom lights up his nerves; Gira soon loses the ability to think about what his fellow kings will think the day after this.
“Ah, Gira,” Jeramie murmurs into his skin, tucking himself back into the crook of his neck, “you’re so… mnnh… so pretty…” He rolls his hips into Gira again, and Gira feels him groan as he sucks into his skin. Jeramie never outright says things like that, especially this early on, and it’s certainly having an effect on Gira.
Jeramie kisses his way down Gira’s chest, leaving his spider bites in his wake, and Gira tries his hardest not to actively cry out in pleasure. His chest feels like it’s on fire from the venom as Jeramie kisses his stomach, and he feels Jeramie’s deft fingers undoing his belt.
He makes quick work of his pants, and as soon as they’re off, he’s kissing up the inside of Gira’s thighs. He sinks his fangs into the soft, sensitive flesh, and Gira finally lets out an “ah– Jeramie–”
“Mmm, that’s good,” Jeramie murmurs into his skin. “I want to hear you, love,” and then he’s sucking more marks into his thighs, and Gira’s gasping, ah, hah, Jeramie, nnh–
“That’s it,” says Jeramie, voice in that irresistible lower register of his, “fuck, Gira, you’re so beautiful,” and Gira feels like he might explode if Jeramie keeps talking to him like this. Just as he’s thinking this, Jeramie runs his tongue up the underside of his cock, and Gira lets out a low moan at the sudden contact.
“Gira,” Jeramie breathes again. He comes back up to kiss up Gira’s neck again, finally capturing Gira’s lips in his. “Gira, I… I need…” His breath is hot against Gira’s face, his huge, beautiful eyes glazed and half-lidded as he gazes into Gira’s. “Can I be inside you?”
Gira is embarrassed at how he feels his cock jump at the suggestion. “Yes, Jeramie, yes,” he exhales, then captures his lips in his again. It’s not something he has much experience with, but he’s willing to let Jeramie do just about anything to him right now.
He feels Jeramie smile against his lips. “Thank you, love,” he murmurs, voice still tantalizingly low and roughened by his arousal. He grinds down into Gira again, giving a soft moan into Gira’s mouth at the friction.
“Can I…” Jeramie shifts above him, and Gira assumes it’s to finally take off his own pants, but he soon feels the softness of Jeramie’s spider silk around his wrist. Gira lets him move both of his arms above his head, wrapping the silk around both wrists to join them, Jeramie glancing down at him as he does so like he wants to eat him alive. Gira feels his cock twitch again.
Jeramie sits back, still straddling Gira, and admires his handiwork, and with the look on his face Gira wouldn’t be surprised if he started drooling.
“Jeramie, when you look at me like that…” Gira swallows, and he sees Jeramie’s eyes follow the rise and fall of his Adam’s apple. “Please, I— I need you–”
Jeramie finally sheds his own pants faster than Gira’s ever seen him do, and then he’s back on Gira, his cool, smooth Bugnarak leg pressing against Gira’s own, breath heavy in his mouth as he kisses him, hard cock pressed against Gira’s stomach.
“Gira, you look so good,” Jeramie murmurs against his neck, where he’s sucking another mark into his skin, “All tied up for me like this,” and he’s moving down again, and Gira gasps as he licks at the sensitive skin of his exposed armpit, “Sound so pretty, too…”
He pulls back again, trailing his Bugnarak hand down Gira’s happy trail, and then he’s ever so lightly tracing a circle on the head of Gira’s cock with his finger, and Gira gives an involuntary whine, squirming against Jeramie’s spider webs.
“Mmm, so good, Gira,” Jeramie breathes, and Gira doesn’t think he’ll ever be used to Jeramie just saying it. He breathes out another hah as Jeramie pulls his hand back, far too soon.
“Gonna get you ready now,” he murmurs, reaching across Gira to grab the lube from the bedside table. He circles a slicked finger around Gira’s entrance, still teasing, and it takes everything in Gira not to beg, please, please, Jeramie, need you inside me. But he thinks Jeramie gets the message anyway.
He slips the finger into Gira, and Gira gasps again. He closes his eyes; he doesn’t think he can handle the hungry expression on Jeramie’s face as he works him open.
After Jeramie’s got two fingers in him, he pulls back again, and Gira’s about to open his eyes and tell him to stop with the teasing already, but then he feels the cool chitin of a Bugnarak finger entering him, and he groans. And then Jeramie’s adding another, and Gira’s panting at Jeramie’s smooth, ribbed fingers sliding in and out of him, and he’s moaning, “A-ah, Jeramie…”
“Feel good?” Jeramie breathes, leaning down to kiss Gira’s thighs again as he twists his fingers inside him, and Gira gives another wordless moan in response. Gira thinks the two of them should do this every time.
Jeramie pulls out again, leaning down to kiss Gira once more. “Are you ready?” he breathes into his mouth, fingers gently caressing his jaw.
“Jeramie, please…”
Jeramie leans back to slick himself up, hand running up and down the purple ridges of his cock that fade as he gets closer to the tip, much like the way his chest transitions from Bugnarak to human. Gira nearly whimpers at the thought of it inside him.
Jeramie’s slow at first. But as the tip slides in, he gives a low moan, then starts pushing in faster, and Gira cries out. “Jeramie– ah– slow down–”
Jeramie stops, sudden worry on his face. He tucks Gira’s hair behind his ear, finger lingering on his cheek. “I’m sorry, love.” He leans down to kiss him again. “Got a little impatient,” he murmurs against his lips, “you just feel so good…”
He continues slowly sliding in as he kisses up his jaw, devouring, and Gira gasps at the feeling of those ridges against his walls. “Ha- hahh… ”
Before he knows it, Jeramie’s fully inside him, and he stays there for a moment, unmoving except for the way he’s sucking at Gira’s earlobe, and then he starts moving his hips, slowly moving in and out, and it feels good , almost excruciatingly good, those ridges languidly sliding in and out of him, Jeramie’s heavy breaths hot on his neck, and Gira sighs, “ Jeramie …”
At the sound of his name, Jeramie suddenly thrusts in, and Gira moans loudly as he hits a spot deep inside him. Jeramie picks up his rhythm slightly, then, still steady, but every so often rolling his hips hard and deep into Gira, and no matter how hard he tries Gira can’t help the noises that are coming out of him.
“Ah, you’re so beautiful, love,” Jeramie pants into his neck, “Gira, mmnh, you’re doing so– hah– so good for me,” and his pace is getting faster and faster, “ah, feels so good, fu– fuck…” Gira writhes against his restraints, wishing so desperately he could stroke his own cock to Jeramie’s praises.
Jeramie’s pace turns frantic, until all that can be heard are wordless pants and moans and the sound of skin against skin. Jeramie pulls back to grip Gira by the hips, pulling him close as he buries himself deep with every thrust, Bugnarak fingers digging deep into his skin (Gira hopes it leaves a mark), and Gira’s crying out in pleasure, now, having lost all care for anyone who could overhear, all he can bring himself to care about is Jeramie’s flushed face above him, eyes glazed over with lust, Gira’s name falling from his lips over and over and over.
“Gira– I’m, ah– I’m close–” Jeramie’s rhythm turns erratic, desperate, as Gira wraps his legs around him, and then Jeramie’s face is in Gira’s neck again as he buries himself deep inside him with one final thrust, hips jerking as he spills into Gira.
He can feel Jeramie’s ribbed cock pulsating inside him and the warmth of his release filling him, and that’s what sends Gira over the edge with a low moan, writhing against Jeramie’s spider webs as he spills onto his own stomach.
Once he’s through, Jeramie pulls out of him and collapses onto the bed beside Gira, wrapping him in his arms and still panting hard against him. He presses lazy kisses to Gira’s cheek, and Gira’s drunk off his scent. He shifts up, then, to nip at the webs still wrapped around Gira’s wrists, piercing through them with his fangs.
“Thank you,” Gira laughs, pressing a kiss to the marks on Jeramie’s forehead, still damp with sweat. “Did you get what you needed?” he murmurs.
“Yes, love, yes,” Jeramie exhales, “thank you.”
“It was really hot, you know,” Gira says, wrapping a lock of Jeramie’s wavy hair around his finger. “We should do that kind of thing again sometime.”
Jeramie starts, but is still too worn out to sit up, so he just turns his head to look at Gira. “Absolutely not,” he says with a small laugh, “it’ll be back to the way it usually is next time, I’m sure.”
“Okay, okay,” Gira says, but then a smile finds its way onto his face as Jeramie kisses the corner of his mouth.
“What are you smiling about?”
Gira giggles. “Until spider mating season rolls around next year.”
If Jeramie had it in him, he’s sure he would have pushed him off the bed at that.