He chuckles. "I've learned I really like hearing people talk about what they want to do to me." He's not sure what he thinks of this little fetish but it is what it is.
"Well in that case. Let's say you're little spoon tonight, in my arms with your back against my chest. It'd be easy reach down and see if you need a little morning relief, yeah?" He sits up a little straighter to get closer to Jesus as if he's going in for a kiss, then moves past his face to nuzzle just under his ear. "And I know a good spot that'd be right in front of me..."
"That's negative four," he murmurs. God he wants that. A gentle way to wake up, Drake's arms around him. "You going to have any fun with me tonight too? Wear me out before bed?"
"Four?" Drake sits back and gives an impressed whistle. "Alright, putting that one on the list."
That question has him hesitating, though, his expression turning uncertain.
"Let's play that one by ear? You know I'm always down, but I dunno if--" he cuts himself off, eyes cutting away for a moment before meeting Jesus' again. "I just wanna be with you tonight, don't feel like you've gotta make up for anything."
"I don't want that to be part of...that, either," he agrees. "When I'm with you I want it to just be us in the moment." No baggage. And maybe that's a tall order, there's always some, but he understands.
"...good. Me too, for both those things." Drake visibly relaxes a little once he knows they're on the same page, which isn't something he's going to take for grated anymore. There is going to be a little baggage for awhile, probably. But they'll shake it off again.
One of his hands lifts from where it's resting on Jesus' leg, reaching for his to twine their fingers.
"Good thing I've still got a bunch of your conditioner here. You're a little frizzy."
"Can't have that," he agrees, reaching up to rake some fingers through his own hair. "C'mon."
He stands, holding Drake's hand, taking him to the shower. He turns the water on and tests the temperature without letting go, and he lays his head against Drake's chest a moment before they start to strip. "I really missed you."
He brings Drake's hand up to kiss his knuckles but pauses, studying the ink. "This is new."
Drake doesn't resist being tugged up, gripping Jesus' hand as the other man leads the way to the bathroom and turns the water on to heat up. From there it's something of a surprise when Jesus steps back in against his chest, but Drake reaches up to loop his arm around Jesus' shoulders. And then hums softly when one of his new tattoos gets noticed.
"Yeah. You wanna see the rest?" he asks cautiously, unable to tell yet what Jesus thinks of the one he's just noticed. "I, uh... usually make really shitty impulse decisions when I'm upset. Didn't wanna do that this time, so instead I did something I knew I wouldn't regret."
"I like it." It's well done and he doesn't have to ask to guess the meaning behind it. Maybe, if anything, he's surprised Drake hadn't got it done sooner.
He steps back, gesturing for Drake to strip. "Show me."
When Jesus pulls back, Drake just smiles at him for a moment before nodding and pulling his shirt off. There's nothing immediately visible, until he extends his forearms with the undersides of his wrists facing up.
Each one has one line of Ephemera's last note to him, in the scarred man's tight, neat script. On his right wrist is the 'thank you.' and the left is 'love you.' They look healed already, but that's probably no mystery around here where there's all kinds of magical means available to do so.
"One more," Drake says, turning around. There's a shark on the upper right of his back, curved around his shoulderblade as if it's swimming up towards his shoulder. In flowing script amongst the swirls of water around its tail is 'know yourself.'
Jesus wouldn't have ever seen the tattoo it's referencing, but it's intentionally different from that one. If he's interested in the meaning, Drake will explain.
He saw the note, he recognizes the writing. And the ring makes sense. But the shark gets Drake a curious tilt of his head. "I didn't know you like the ocean."
Drake stays facing away for a long moment without responding, the only sound in the room that of the running water. It takes him a minute to figure out how to explain concisely -- this is his tattoo. He doesn't need to go into the one it evokes or what it meant in its previous design, right? The changes he made were very deliberate, but at the heart of it...
"Sharks have to keep moving forward," he tells Jesus simply, "or they die."
It's subtle, but when Jesus kisses his shoulder a little bit more tension eases from them. When he turns back he's not quite smiling again, but his expression is soft and calm.
"Lots of people say they're addictive, you ever hear that?" he asks Jesus, reaching out to help him with his own clothes. There's already gentle steam drifting from the shower to hint that the water is warm enough. "Start with one and if you don't hate every second of it you're probably doomed to wind up with a bunch."
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That question has him hesitating, though, his expression turning uncertain.
"Let's play that one by ear? You know I'm always down, but I dunno if--" he cuts himself off, eyes cutting away for a moment before meeting Jesus' again. "I just wanna be with you tonight, don't feel like you've gotta make up for anything."
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"I still want you to shower with me."
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One of his hands lifts from where it's resting on Jesus' leg, reaching for his to twine their fingers.
"Good thing I've still got a bunch of your conditioner here. You're a little frizzy."
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He stands, holding Drake's hand, taking him to the shower. He turns the water on and tests the temperature without letting go, and he lays his head against Drake's chest a moment before they start to strip. "I really missed you."
He brings Drake's hand up to kiss his knuckles but pauses, studying the ink. "This is new."
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"Yeah. You wanna see the rest?" he asks cautiously, unable to tell yet what Jesus thinks of the one he's just noticed. "I, uh... usually make really shitty impulse decisions when I'm upset. Didn't wanna do that this time, so instead I did something I knew I wouldn't regret."
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He steps back, gesturing for Drake to strip. "Show me."
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Each one has one line of Ephemera's last note to him, in the scarred man's tight, neat script. On his right wrist is the 'thank you.' and the left is 'love you.' They look healed already, but that's probably no mystery around here where there's all kinds of magical means available to do so.
"One more," Drake says, turning around. There's a shark on the upper right of his back, curved around his shoulderblade as if it's swimming up towards his shoulder. In flowing script amongst the swirls of water around its tail is 'know yourself.'
Jesus wouldn't have ever seen the tattoo it's referencing, but it's intentionally different from that one. If he's interested in the meaning, Drake will explain.
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"Sharks have to keep moving forward," he tells Jesus simply, "or they die."
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"Lots of people say they're addictive, you ever hear that?" he asks Jesus, reaching out to help him with his own clothes. There's already gentle steam drifting from the shower to hint that the water is warm enough. "Start with one and if you don't hate every second of it you're probably doomed to wind up with a bunch."