Noel has kissed Jade twice before this, but both times were frantic and rough and he barely remembers anything about them, probably for the best. He can't imagine he performed very well. This time, however, he has no choice but to actually experience kissing Jade Ransom, and it's—it's—
Jade presses in harder, his mouth opening against Noel's, and Noel gasps softly as a tongue flickers against his lips. A warm hum ignites at the base of his skull and travels all the way down to his toes, and he grabs instinctively for Jade's shoulders. When his hands meet hot, bare skin, he gasps again, and Jade uses the opportunity to slip his tongue all the way in. Strong hands latch onto Noel's waist and urge him up and over. Without even breaking the kiss, Noel climbs astride Jade's lap, wrapping his arms around Jade's neck as Jade bites at his mouth with increasing fervor
Jade really is a very good kisser, Noel considers hazily, another full-body shiver making his eyelids flutter. He was not exaggerating about his skill level. Within moments, Noel is panting and liquid warmth is pooling in his gut. Confident fingers venture beneath the hem of his shirt and Noel jerks at the unexpected touch against his sides.
"Ticklish?" Jade murmurs against Noel's mouth.
"N—not really—" Actually, he's not sure, having never been touched this intimately before, but before he can really nail down an opinion, Jade skates a hand up his spine in one long, searing stroke. His other hand brackets Noel's hip and yanks him closer, pressing their groins together. Like this, Noel can feel Jade's interest growing in his sweats, and a weird mix of relief and pride sparks through him. At least he's attractive enough to get Jade hard.
Finally separating from Noel's mouth, Jade tilts his head, latching onto Noel's neck. Teeth scrape skin and electricity bolts through Noel's nerves. "No marks—" he barely hears himself say. "Please—"
Grunting, Jade fastens his grip on Noel's waist again. "Hang on."
Before Noel can wonder what he means, the room whirls around him and his back hits the mattress. Jade surges over him, his bulk pushing Noel's legs wider, and continues attacking Noel's neck. An embarrassing whimper stutters out of Noel's mouth and he splays his hands on Jade's broad back. Jade shoves both hands under Noel's shirt and runs one up Noel's chest. The touch is scorching, and when Jade's fingers brush a pebbled nipple, Noel jumps.
"Can I take your shirt off?" Jade's voice rumbles against Noel's throat.
"Yes," Noel responds unthinkingly.
Sitting up slightly, Jade helps Noel wrestle out of his sweatshirt. When his head pops out of the collar, his hair tumbles over his face and he hurries to brush it out of the way. Mindful of his bruised wrist, he swiftly shifts his arm to the side and down, counting on Jade's ridiculous muscles to block the sight in his periphery.
Jade tosses the garment carelessly behind him, and Noel watches the smooth flex of his muscles as he sweeps his own hair back and looms over him again. In the lamplight, his brown skin is a rich, honey gold, with tiny dark birthmarks scattered across the pristine canvas of his body, and his eyes gleam like gemstones over a smug, crooked smirk.
"Changed your mind about getting off yet?" he asks.
Sheer irritation clears some of the lust haze from Noel's head. "Not anymore," he lies.
Absurdly, Jade laughs, a low, gravelly sound from the depths of his chest. Braced on his elbows above Noel, he grinds into the vee of Noel's legs. The motion drags the solid bulge of Jade's arousal against Noel's own, and pleasure flickers through the tension in his stomach. His heart rabbits in his ears and he sucks in a quick breath, shifting his hips involuntarily. Jade does it again, rocking Noel's whole body on the mattress. The size of Jade's cock is hard to ignore, distending the fabric of his sweats to an insane degree, rigid and heavy in the crook of Noel's thigh. Even though he can't see it, Noel can picture it, and his mouth almost waters at the mental image.
Ducking his head, Jade places a kiss in the center of Noel's sternum, moving one hand to cup Noel's chest and flick a thumb over his nipple. Pleasure shoots straight to Noel's head and compounds as Jade continues rutting their lower bodies together. Unsure what else to do, Noel slides his hands into Jade's hair, marveling at the thick, silky curls. He scuffs his nails over Jade's scalp and Jade nearly purrs, kissing along Noel's clavicle. On either side of Jade's body, Noel's legs tighten, and he takes a shallow inhale.
"I—I'm ready to start whenever you—are," he manages breathlessly.
For a split second, Jade pauses, a slight hitch in the rhythm of his movements. Then he clears his throat and lifts his head from Noel's chest. His eyes are blazing. "Go for it," he says.
A fine tremor rattles through Noel's frame but he ignores it, swallowing his heart back down into his rib cage and tightening his grip on Jade's hair. There's a split second of panic, of his self-preservation instinct screaming what the hell do you think you're doing?! But Noel shoves it down and steels himself before tugging Jade into another kiss.
Now that he's used his transference on Jade twice, Noel has a better idea of what it feels like and he's pretty sure he can control the flow of corruption, at least enough to draw the process out like a normal guiding session. Not being seconds from death will probably help too.
The instant he initiates guiding, he's back on the frozen lake, black ice stretching endlessly in all directions. Their connection is honestly unreal; it takes almost no effort for Noel to access Jade's core, like it's actively pulling him in.
In the real world, Jade shudders against him, licking into Noel's mouth and pressing the bare planes of their chests together. Noel squeezes his eyes shut, dizzy from the dichotomy of Jade's searing body and Jade's frozen core. Heat and ice combine in Noel's head, making him squirm restlessly. The motion bumps their arousals together again and Noel feels his own moan echoed in Jade's mouth.
The reason that coital guiding is so efficient is the enhanced connection it creates between esper and guide, both physically and mentally. When both are in a heightened state and feeding off of each other's emotions and reactions, it facilitates the process of energy cycling. Vaguely, Noel knows that's why it was so easy to access Jade's core, but it's rather immaterial to what he's actually there to do.
Gathering some reserve of concentration, Noel kneels on the frozen ground and flattens his palms against the ice. In reality, he grips Jade's hair tightly in both hands, sliding his tongue against Jade's as Jade rocks against him. With tenuous control, he focuses on the fathomless sea beneath him and pulls.