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.
Oh. That's really sweet, but also not what he meant. Drake smiles and tries to focus for a second so he can explain better.
"It's not about me. Just that you'd be controlling something right now, y'know?" Since they can't control people coming and going from the city, whether their friends have something to go home to or not. Drake loosens his grip on Jesus to stroke his back gently. "Or would you rather not have to think about anything at all?"
Up to this point he hadn't really thought about what he needed. He's gone down the same path he always has, right up until Drake presented the option of laying it down for a minute and just focusing on unfixing himself from the anchor.
"I want to not think," he finally agrees. He wants to just be: to be whatever it is he is in this moment, and in the next one, too.
"Gonna hold you to that," he teases, fingers scraping gently through Drake's hair, knees parting on either side of his torso. "I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my name."
"Which one?" Drake asks playfully, reaching into his nightstand before he's slid too low to reach the drawer. There's a soft 'click' sound when he starts moving again, speaking between kisses and nips to Jesus' chest and stomach. "Now... you don't need a safe word... but maybe one if you're actually sick of the teasing. 'Cuz begging won't get you anywhere."
"Nah, I can figure that out..." he presses a kiss into the hollow of the other man's hip and then sits up slightly, rubbing the fingers of one hand together as the other takes Jesus' length in a gentle grip. Long slow strokes accompany his explanation, and he maintains eye contact as his now-slicked fingertips tease between Jesus' legs.
"Don't worry. I'll give you exactly what you want, but when is up to me. You get off when I say you can, unless you're actually uncomfortable. No cheating, just trust. That sound fun?"
"Hmm, we'll see about that. And you don't get off if you don't behave," Drake counters, tightening his grip slightly for incentive. "What's the word, babe?"
"Green," he decides, because the only safe words he's heard so far are traffic colors and since he hasn't seen a traffic light in over a decade it seems vaguely exotic to him. His hands run along Drake's shoulders, down along his shoulder blades.
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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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"I just thought you might wanna be in control?"
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"It's not about me. Just that you'd be controlling something right now, y'know?" Since they can't control people coming and going from the city, whether their friends have something to go home to or not. Drake loosens his grip on Jesus to stroke his back gently. "Or would you rather not have to think about anything at all?"
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"I want to not think," he finally agrees. He wants to just be: to be whatever it is he is in this moment, and in the next one, too.
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And whether it was what Jesus expected or not, he starts teasing his way down the other man's torso, the next comment murmured against his skin.
"When I'm done you won't be able to."
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"Don't worry. I'll give you exactly what you want, but when is up to me. You get off when I say you can, unless you're actually uncomfortable. No cheating, just trust. That sound fun?"
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"I'm pretty persuasive," he warns, half-teasing with an impish grin. "You sure you're up for it?"
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