Later, sure. Right now, once he's confirmed that Jesus is comfortable with this? A slow grin curves Drake's lips as he watches the other man strain towards him, just listening to his begging. He knows what Jesus is asking for but instead of moving back down, he takes him in hand again and leans in for a slow, deep, but very sweet kiss.

It's just like he promised -- Jesus will get what he wants, but he's not the one who decides when.

"Seems like you're getting a little excited," Drake scolds him, voice back to that almost dangerous-sounding playful rumble, stroking Jesus just slightly too slowly to be enough. Letting his thumb swipe over the head of his cock for a little extra tease now every few strokes, as he dips his head to nuzzle under Jesus' ear and start marking his way down to the nape of his neck. "You need it? Really? Already?"

He doesn't sound convinced.