#uhhh it's very slutty!!! thanks anon! hehe :) <3

[stabbyfoxandrew]

if youre still ok with doing promps

a mix of 10,11,and 12 for kevjean?

make it as slutty as you please

10. A kiss along the jawline / 11. A kiss to the neck / 12. A kiss along the collar bone (BE WARNED: THIS IS SMUT)

They didn’t usually do it this way.

With Kevin on top, that is. 

But here he was, right at home on Jean’s lap. Jean’s hands were both sitting on Kevin’s waist and so large Kevin felt surrounded by them. God, was that an amazing feeling. 

“Mm,” Kevin sighs out when Jean’s hands guide him up, then back down. So was that— being deliciously filled and tenderly held and loved. “I love you,” Kevin whispers, as if it’s a secret. 

It’s not. It hasn’t been in years. Not to them anyway.

“I love you more,” Jean says back in French, his lidded gaze making Kevin feel hot all over. 

“I don’t know if that’s possible.” Kevin rises up on his own, then down again. A few times until it’s almost too much. Then he stills with his hands on Jean’s chest.

Jean’s right hand travels from his waist up his side, then slides back to its home. “Do I need to flip us over or can you do it?”

“I can do it,” Kevin snaps without meaning to. Jean cocks a brow, but the twist to his lips says he knows how close Kevin is. 

“Come, Kevin. I can finish on my own,” Jean offers, but Kevin shakes his head.

“No. With you or not at all.”

“Admirable for a man who’s been at the edge of ecstasy all evening. Can you last?” Jean purrs. They’d started hours ago, Jean working Kevin up to the edge at least four times without pushing him over it. Suffice it to say Kevin’s been walking on jelly legs since before dinner. But he’s held out. He’s even been patient, which he’s not known for.

“Yes—” Kevin starts, then the air all rushes out of his lungs when Jean thrusts up into him without warning. Oh, fuck. His eyes roll when Jean squeezes his waist and does it once more. Oh, fuck. Kevin wants to let go, wants to ride Jean into oblivion and come all over his chest. He groans at the thought, but doesn’t move.

“Hm?”

“You’re killing me.” Kevin breathes.

“You whine a lot for someone who crawled onto my lap—” Jean cuts off when Kevin bends down to kiss him. With his mouth occupied, he can’t tease. He can’t talk dirty. And he can’t fucking gloat. They break for air and Jean’s pupils have swallowed his irises. He swallows. “What was that for?”

“Just shutting you up.” Kevin says, rolling his hips experimentally. He’s fine, back from the edge. But Jean curses under his breath and his fingers spasm against Kevin’s abdomen. He must be getting close now— Oh. Kevin’s a bit offended. “Kissing does more for you than me sitting on your dick?”

Jean laughs and it’s beautiful. “Of course not.”

Kevin remains unconvinced. He drops his head to press an open-mouthed kiss to Jean’s jaw and the Frenchman goes utterly still, tilts his head to the side. Taking this as permission to keep going, Kevin mouths down his jaw to kiss at his neck. He doesn’t get far before Jean lets out a broken little noise that has Kevin pausing.

“Bad?”

“No,” Jean’s voice is uneven. “Just… No teeth.”

Kevin’s heart clenches and his hand slides up to cup Jean’s face. “I know.”

Jean blinks and Kevin dips his head once more to continue what he was doing. He kisses and sucks at Jean’s neck gently, without even the barest scrape of teeth. Jean’s low groans have Kevin’s cock leaking, his orgasm closer than ever. Apparently the feeling is mutual. He feels Jean throb inside him and clenches down, getting a gasp for his trouble.

Jean swallows audibly, “I need to fuck you now.”

“Then do it,” Kevin dares, lips against Jean’s collarbone. He presses a kiss there too for good measure and Jean takes over, maneuvering them so that Kevin’s on his back where he truly belongs. The angle’s perfect and he wastes no time pounding into Kevin, hitting his prostate with every other thrust. 

They don’t come at the same time, but it’s a very close thing. Kevin hits his crescendo and Jean joins him mere seconds later, fucking them through it. Each of them comes almost silently, Kevin with tears in his eyes. Because it's good. So goddamn good.

When it’s over Jean collapses onto Kevin’s chest, not minding the mess they’ve made, and lies there for a minute while cohesive thought comes back to them slowly. Just after Kevin's soul climbs back into his body, Jean raises his head to set his chin on Kevin’s chest.

A lazy smile spreads across his face. “Close enough.”