When Jaune heard the click of the lube opening, he moaned. Then he moaned for a different reason as Cardin's tongue swirled around his head. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as Cardin took it between his lips, but he forced them back open. This was a show. And Jaune wanted to watch it. Right there, front and center, was Cardin taking him in, one hand wrapped loose around his length as he paid attention to the head. Further back Cardin worked his fingers into his ass. Fingering himself open just for Jaune. A shiver went down his spine with another moan. It was echoed around his dick, Cardin moving further down. Teeth scraped lightly at the top and a tongue laved the underside. Already Jaune was practically panting. Cardin opened his eyes to look up at him. The indigo was glazed already. It cemented in his head that this had been planned.
Of course it was planned. Cardin didn't tend to do things without some form of thought- whether it was surface, obsessive, or more moderate. Mostly the last two, though there was… someone that led him to unthinking action, so he'd been told a long time ago. (Himself. "You make me impulsive- I hate it." Really, he was almost disappointed that hadn't made it into Cardin's wedding vows somehow. Though given the initial impulsive actions that was probably for the best.) How much did he plan this, he wondered. Cardin moaned around him. It sent tingles up his nerves. For a while Jaune existed like that. His dick went down Cardin's throat at Cardin's own rhythm, the occasional moan vibrating around it as Cardin rubbed against his own prostate.
He removed himself from Cardin's mouth, taking a step away just so he could breathe. One of his hands clenched around his base. If he'd stayed any longer, Cardin surely would've brought him to orgasm. But there was a plan here and Jaune wanted to see it fully. In front of him Cardin made a noise that ping ponged between a moan and a whine. For a second Jaune ignored him, taking a few calming breaths. When he turned back around he had to squeeze his base again.
Cardin's eyes were screwed shut, his mouth hanging open, as he bounced back onto his own fingers. Red covered his face, down his chest to his hard dick, and across his thighs, like his body had been stained by strawberries. His aura was dark, lust swirling like a lava lamp. Moans escaped him in a chorus. "Cardin," Jaune breathed in a choked moan. His husband's eyes fluttered open, revealing a thin band of indigo. A louder moan spiked the room as Cardin's body shuddered, his eyes slamming back shut. Jaune scrambled to get a hand around the base of his husband's dick. When he did he squeezed hard, preventing the orgasm he knew had been swift approaching. Under him Cardin bucked and let out a high pitched whine.
"Sh, sh," Jaune shushed him. In apology he let his hand pump Cardin once, though he kept his hand loose to only provide the lightest of touches. The action made Cardin whine again. This close Jaune could see Cardin's legs gently shaking. "I want to be in you before you cum." He bent down to kiss him, slow and languid. Cardin pressed back lightly. When he pulled away Cardin's eyes were closed again, lips open on silent pants. It was rare for Cardin to get so affected before he even orgasmed once but it was even rarer for him to put on a show like this, despite his dramatic nature, and it seemed to be hazing his mind quickly. How long had Cardin planned this? Thought about this? Probably days.
Jaune cupped Cardin's cheek with one hand, swiped a thumb against the heated skin. It was like he had a fever. Red blush darkened almost every inch of skin. His other hand traced it- down along Cardin's chest, swirling over a nipple, against his stomach, over to brush his side- and Cardin shivered. If the room was colder, Jaune was sure he'd be able to see Cardin's breaths. Again he kissed him. Lips opened automatically, asking for passage, and Jaune pressed his tongue into Cardin's mouth. It pressed against Cardin's. Remapped the expanse of his mouth. Only once his lungs burned did Jaune release him. He rested their foreheads together when he did.
"Are you good?" Jaune whispered. One of Cardin's hands reached out and smacked against the bed. Their signal for 'yes.' He lightly scratched Cardin's scalp, tugged at the loose hairs around his fingers. Cardin didn't like hair pulling as much as he did, but a content noise still stumbled off Cardin's lips. Something calm and drowsed by the heat of arousal.
A hand tilted Cardin's chin up and he went willingly. The haze was still in his eyes. Pupils blown wide. Jaune moved his thumb to Cardin's lips and he took it in his mouth, eyes fluttering shut. A moan rumbled from deep in his chest when Jaune pulled it out slightly just to push it back in, fucking his lips with his thumb a few times. Spit linked it to Cardin when he fully removed it. Cardin's tongue chased the contact, licking the pad of his thumb. "You're so beautiful," Jaune whispered, feeling awestruck. The words ripped a whine from his husband. And he leaned down to capture his lips in a new kiss. It was uncoordinated and messy, Cardin too out of it for any grace and Jaune just not caring. Cardin, like this, was rare. And it was something Jaune wanted to cherish. Wanted to take his time with, watching as Cardin succumbed further to the want and the pleasure and the heat. Spit connected their mouths when he pulled back and he let it dangle a moment, aware of Cardin's eyes on him, before he let it break. He leaned in and Cardin tilted his head to the side, already predicting his actions. Jaune gave a kitten lick to the flesh of Cardin's neck. A lick he followed up with a series of sucking bites in a line down Cardin's neck to his chest. His husband shivered under him. And when his teeth latched onto a nipple, Cardin's spine arched. Another moan tumbled out of him. With time, though, it turned into a whine as Jaune continued to work it between his teeth and lips. Eventually he flicked the nipple with his tongue one last time and- after taking a moment to appreciate its redness- moved to the neglected one. By the time he left his chest with a pop, Cardin's breath had gotten heavier and his nipples were hard and glistening spots of tender red. Jaune pinched one to watch Cardin squirm- torn between moving towards and pulling away from the stimulation.
He slid his hands gently down Cardin's sides, dipping his fingers into the smooth skin of Cardin's scars whenever he passed one. Then he spanned his hand over the rougher skin of the burn scar at his hip. His thumb rubbed a small circle into it. Years back, Cardin had been self conscious about these scars. When they were at the beach, he'd allow them to show, but in any intimate setting he hesitated. Many times Cardin would remove his clothing only the necessary amount to have sex. Of course Jaune didn't argue it. As long as Cardin was comfortable, he didn't mind. Eventually with time, though, Cardin became more comfortable and shared more skin- more scars- with each encounter. Until the first time five years back where Jaune got to worship every scar, every freckle, as he murmured into every inch of skin how beautiful he knew Cardin was. It was an intense night for them both.
Finally he reached around and squeezed an asscheek. Cardin bucked up at the action with a gasp. He squirmed as Jaune massaged it, pulling it aside to see his hole flutter. When he pushed three fingers in, Cardin honest-to-Oum mewled. A spark of red hot desire spiked Jaune's chest. He spread his fingers out. It was loose, so very loose for him. And he'd gotten to watch him do it. Jaune groaned. "So so beautiful. So good to me, putting on such a show, prepping yourself for me. I don't need to do anything, do I? My husband has done it already." He praised in a ramble. Cardin's ass tightened on 'husband' with a whine. Jaune moved to kiss and bite along his neck again. There was a sweet spot right on the junction between neck and shoulder, where a scar was, and Jaune worried it between his teeth. "Such a good husband."
His fingers scissored and he pressed against Cardin's prostate. The action made his hips buck up. Cardin pressed back against them and Jaune let him fuck himself back against his fingers. Watched his abdominal muscles bunch. Watched as he drew himself closer to orgasm until Jaune removed them and Cardin whined in a way he could only describe as 'annoyed'. A short laugh escaped him at it and Cardin glared dazedly at him. He pressed a kiss against Cardin's thigh. "Didn't you plan for me to be in you?" Cardin hummed. After a moment, he nodded. Jaune scraped his teeth against Cardin's thigh before he pulled back to line himself up. Both of them groaned as he slowly sunk into Cardin. While he waited for Cardin to adjust, he reached up to tangle his fingers with Cardin's. The first thrust had Cardin's grip tightening just slightly and he moved to meet Jaune as they formed a rhythm together.
It started slow, but grew in speed and power until Cardin made noise with every thrust, their bodies meeting and Jaune continuously hitting his prostate. His hand clenched Jaune's and his back arched. The end was swiftly approaching. Jaune leaned down to capture Cardin's lips.
Cardin's grip tightened, his body froze in an arch like an electrical current went through his spine, and his jaw dropped in a low moan. Jaune continued through the orgasm until Cardin fell boneless back to the bed. It took just a few more thrusts after to meet his own peak. When he finished he fell gracelessly to Cardin's side. The hold on his hand had loosened but hadn't let go. With a dopey smile he rubbed his thumb against a knuckle. Then he moved enough to press a soft kiss to Cardin's cheek and mouth where he could reach. "Thank you," he breathed. Cardin chucked and hummed, eyes still closed.
While Jaune hated the thought of leaving, he gently removed his hand from Cardin's as soon as the other's breathing evened out. It would be gross in the morning if he didn't clean up now. Plus Cardin would be annoyed. (Understandably.) He cleaned himself off in the bathroom then brought the warm cloth into the bedroom to clean Cardin off. When he was done he threw it in the direction of the hamper and curled around Cardin who wrapped his arms around his waist even in sleep. Jaune smiled and drifted off with his nose in Cardin's hair. By morning, Cardin's arms would still be around him and Jaune would be spread out over more than half the bed.