"I think I'm going to let K settle. Let him feel things out with this Dom, see how he feels about contracting. To him it's ownership--he can explain it better than I can, I don't want to speak for him. But his world sort of geared him to feel that way, he's been owned before." And so it's complicated and Jesus doesn't know how to help, but there has to be a way. He just has to find it.
But he doesn't have the answer yet, and he has a feeling he won't like the answer when it comes, and the city feels so different without V in it. "Can I stay here with you tonight?"
That detail about K having been owned before has Drake's brow furrowing unhappily, but he since Jesus just said he'd prefer K explain it... he doesn't ask. Just nods slightly, hoping he'll find out more details eventually in case he can help somehow.
Tonight, though? Drake's priority is supporting Jesus so he can be there for his friend tomorrow. And the question about staying has him smiling again.
"Course you can. It's still early but I was gonna cook tonight... maybe this can finally be when I get to show off instead of taking you out?"
He's still holding onto Drake but he glances aside at the kitchen, then back with a grin. "Do I get to help or do I get to just sit and watch you work?"
It's not like Drake's getting up to start dinner right now, Jesus can stay right where he is for the time being. That question really didn't need asking, though -- he just grins.
"I'm always gonna say to do whatever's more fun for you, if you haven't figured that out yet."
"So the aim is to spoil me, huh?" He kisses him--deeper this time than the earlier way he'd simply been showing affection and gratitude. "I could get behind that."
...okay. He's not complaining and is certainly kissing back, but also isn't 100% certain if the deeper kiss is a hint. It could be. If Drake was the type to guess at these things he'd just go in for another one and see what happens, but he isn't.
"Spoil isn't the word I'd use," he murmurs, sinking his fingers deeper into Jesus's hair again. "But if you like the sound of it I'm not gonna argue."
He takes the gentle pull of Drake's fingers as encouragement and kisses him again, this time crawling onto his lap, then breaking the kiss. "This okay?"
Well that's definitely a hint. Drake's response goes from reciprocation to eagerness as Jesus shifts onto his lap, leaning forward slightly to chase the kiss when the other man breaks it. It's the question that has him glancing up into those bright blue eyes, nodding again.
They should, and if he got an affirmative answer that was gonna be Drake's next move anyway, but being so considerate of his partner yet again earns Jesus even more favor.
"Yeah," he agrees warmly, shifting his grip. "Guess you'd better hold on."
Especially considering where his hands have wandered -- it's only a partial defense to say that grabbing Jesus' ass makes it easier to pick him up. Drake stands in one smooth motion, stepping around the coffee table and carrying Jesus across the apartment towards his room. He doesn't need to see where he's going, the path second nature even if they were in total darkness.
It's not quite dark out, the sun is just starting to get low on the horizon. They'll need lights by the time they start cooking, he thinks, but not for this.
He hooks the door with his foot and kicks it shut behind them.
Drake hears the door close behind them and laughs softly, giving Jesus an approving little squeeze. One less thing he has to pull away for! It means he can just go straight to the bed and tip forward, setting Jesus down on his back.
He sits up to push Drake's shirt up, pull it up and off, and then he kisses a line from his sternum down to the waistband of his pants. "Wish there was a more efficient way to get all this off."
"Impatient?" He's absolutely teasing and struggling not to laugh again, but also helpfully pushing his sweats and boxers down and kicking them off the edge of the bed. Then reaching for Jesus, who's wearing way more clothing than he was. "Maybe you should just start stripping as soon as you get here, save us some time later."
He laughs, throws his shirt over the side of the bed and unfastens his own pants to get them off and out of the way.
"I've got a long leather coat," the first thing he bought the second he was allowed to buy things, to replace the one in his world. "I could just wear that. Be ready and naked for you underneath. No one would know."
"That sounds dangerous," Drake counters, shifting aside and brushing Jesus' hair aside to kiss his neck while giving him some room to get his pants off. "For me, I mean. I could wind up conditioned to get turned on whenever I see you wearing it."
He breaths soft against Drake's ear, head tipped to encourage him. His hand steals a grasp of his ass, slides down the side of his thigh and then up the inside to fondle him. "We can't let that happen. I wear it when I'm getting into trouble; if I know you'll fuck me every time I wear it I'll never behave."
"Is that the only time you wear it?" He's intrigued. And not complaining at all about where Jesus' hand is wandering, happy to bend one leg up so he can explore. "Because that would mean you think wearing it for me is getting into trouble."
"Well, and when I get cold." His fingertips trace his cock, hilt to head and back. "And when I'm cold I'll still want you, so... Yeah. I think the coat around you just means one thing now."
That earns Jesus another laugh, the sound a low rumble right into his ear.
"I kinda hope that part's true no matter what you're wearing," he murmurs, hips subtly pressing forward into Jesus' touch. For a moment, anyway. Now that they're both naked he's more intent on lying back and pulling the smaller man on top of him for another kiss.
"And whatever I'm not wearing," he agrees, kissing him deeply then, grinding slowly up against him. He can focus on just this: on just Drake, on how good he feels, on making Drake feel good in turn.
It's possible that Drake had a comeback, but once Jesus is kissing him words seem completely unnecessary. He settles one hand on Jesus' hip and the other on his back, fingertips gently digging into the rise of muscle beside his spine. Holding on just securely enough that the other man won't shift too much as he squirms and arches up, which is absolutely happening. Jesus has probably figured out by now that it really doesn't take much to get Drake going, but hopefully it's still an ego boost for him.
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But he doesn't have the answer yet, and he has a feeling he won't like the answer when it comes, and the city feels so different without V in it. "Can I stay here with you tonight?"
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Tonight, though? Drake's priority is supporting Jesus so he can be there for his friend tomorrow. And the question about staying has him smiling again.
"Course you can. It's still early but I was gonna cook tonight... maybe this can finally be when I get to show off instead of taking you out?"
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"I'm always gonna say to do whatever's more fun for you, if you haven't figured that out yet."
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"Spoil isn't the word I'd use," he murmurs, sinking his fingers deeper into Jesus's hair again. "But if you like the sound of it I'm not gonna argue."
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"This is very okay. You sure?"
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He doesn't want Ephemera to come home and walk in on them on the couch.
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"Yeah," he agrees warmly, shifting his grip. "Guess you'd better hold on."
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Especially considering where his hands have wandered -- it's only a partial defense to say that grabbing Jesus' ass makes it easier to pick him up. Drake stands in one smooth motion, stepping around the coffee table and carrying Jesus across the apartment towards his room. He doesn't need to see where he's going, the path second nature even if they were in total darkness.
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He hooks the door with his foot and kicks it shut behind them.
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"See? Efficiency."
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"I've got a long leather coat," the first thing he bought the second he was allowed to buy things, to replace the one in his world. "I could just wear that. Be ready and naked for you underneath. No one would know."
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"I kinda hope that part's true no matter what you're wearing," he murmurs, hips subtly pressing forward into Jesus' touch. For a moment, anyway. Now that they're both naked he's more intent on lying back and pulling the smaller man on top of him for another kiss.
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