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.
Okay, green it is. Now that they've decided that Drake's pretty much done talking, giving Jesus one last grin before he dips his head. He'll let the other man hold on to him for now, so long as he doesn't try to regain control... at the first hint of Jesus trying to guide him or rock into his attentions, he's going to be (gently) restrained. Those weren't the terms, after all.
It'll become obvious pretty quickly that Drake is taking his time working Jesus up. His strokes do become more satisfying as he presses those slicked digits in, but he doesn't take Jesus into his mouth until he's earning a reaction from fingering him. Better to know how much squirming he's going to be dealing with -- they'd gotten right to things last time so Drake doesn't have much of a baseline, and a slow ramp up until his partner is desperate needs to be done carefully.
Luckily for them both, Drake is nothing if not attentive.
He pins Jesus' hips to the mattress with his now-free hand, sucking and working his tongue according to the cues the other man is giving him. If he moans or gasps, Drake files that reaction away and alternates between giving him a stretch of exactly what he likes best followed by just enough attention that the pleasure levels off infuriatingly.
It's not until he's got three fingers in and Jesus' body clutching at him that he curls them, searching for that sweet spot inside as he suddenly increases the suction on Jesus' cock.
Even though he'd said that begging wouldn't get Jesus anywhere... he'd only meant in regards to getting off. This request is different (and hot) enough that Drake does glance up, intrigued, and decides to oblige. He lifts his head, letting Jesus' length slip out of his mouth with a final teasing lick, then gently reclaiming his fingers.
"Shh, I've got you. Arms up," is somewhere between a request and an order as he leans over Jesus again, opening the second drawer to grab a neatly coiled length of jute rope.
Yeah, this is definitely a Thing for him. Not with anybody Jesus knows about yet, and he'd only meant to pin Jesus himself if necessary, but Drake is obviously practiced at tying someone to his bed. Jesus will find himself restrained quickly and efficiently, the knots very secure. It might actually be alarming for him to realize how difficult escaping would be, except that once Drake's done he takes a moment to check in again.
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 casts him a wicked little grin. "Just testing."
He wants Drake to tease, wants him to have fun with this. He tests the restraints--something he specializes in getting out of but right now delights in being kept in.
He lifts his head, kissing Drake again, tries a different tactic by murmuring against his lips a simple, "Please?"
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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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It'll become obvious pretty quickly that Drake is taking his time working Jesus up. His strokes do become more satisfying as he presses those slicked digits in, but he doesn't take Jesus into his mouth until he's earning a reaction from fingering him. Better to know how much squirming he's going to be dealing with -- they'd gotten right to things last time so Drake doesn't have much of a baseline, and a slow ramp up until his partner is desperate needs to be done carefully.
Luckily for them both, Drake is nothing if not attentive.
He pins Jesus' hips to the mattress with his now-free hand, sucking and working his tongue according to the cues the other man is giving him. If he moans or gasps, Drake files that reaction away and alternates between giving him a stretch of exactly what he likes best followed by just enough attention that the pleasure levels off infuriatingly.
It's not until he's got three fingers in and Jesus' body clutching at him that he curls them, searching for that sweet spot inside as he suddenly increases the suction on Jesus' cock.
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"Fuck, Drake, please-"
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"Shh, I've got you. Arms up," is somewhere between a request and an order as he leans over Jesus again, opening the second drawer to grab a neatly coiled length of jute rope.
Yeah, this is definitely a Thing for him. Not with anybody Jesus knows about yet, and he'd only meant to pin Jesus himself if necessary, but Drake is obviously practiced at tying someone to his bed. Jesus will find himself restrained quickly and efficiently, the knots very secure. It might actually be alarming for him to realize how difficult escaping would be, except that once Drake's done he takes a moment to check in again.
"Not too tight?"
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Right now he can watch against the restraints and try to reach Drake's mouth.
"No, you're good," he murmurs, and tries to stretch up to reach him. "God, Drake, please- I need you-" keep sucking him off.
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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.
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He wants Drake to tease, wants him to have fun with this. He tests the restraints--something he specializes in getting out of but right now delights in being kept in.
He lifts his head, kissing Drake again, tries a different tactic by murmuring against his lips a simple, "Please?"