Drake laughs softly against Jesus' throat, the sound rumbling between them as he kisses his way to that soft, sensitive spot under the other man's ear.
"That's 'cuz I like watching you," he admits, though that's not all of it. He likes knowing that it's good for Jesus, that he's wanted this way. "And I could call you other things..."
It would seem Jesus is getting a little impatient, though? Drake lifts his head to smirk at him, giving his ass another playful squeeze while not making any move to help get their pants off.
His breath comes as a sigh when Drake finds that space; there's a spot just below it, midway down his neck, that drives him wild, and he stretches up, offering it to him.
"Love how hard you pound me when you know I'm comfortable," he writhes up against him. But even more than that, Jesus likes being teased, and Drake has it exactly right just now. "Love when you get going so hard I can barely breathe."
Drake takes that hint, letting his mouth drag down to where Jesus wants his attention. They both love teasing, luckily. That was one of the first things Drake learned about Jesus... that, and this spot on his neck, and just how rough he likes it.
"Mm. You can take it," he notes, pressing an infuriatingly light kiss to Jesus' neck. "You should see yourself."
It's a beautiful view, in Drake's opinion. But at the moment he's more curious about the sounds than the sights, as he rocks into Jesus' grip again and sucks at the soft skin beneath his lips. No teeth, of course, just lips and tongue, but there's still going to be a mark left behind.
"We could find a place with a mirror on the ceil- Ah, fu-" The pressure of Drake's mouth on that spot knocks the words out of him, leaving him moaning softly as he presses up against him. Jesus is a notoriously quiet person in bed; he goes out of his way to muffle any cries he does make. But that spot, without fail, if you can catch him off guard melts him like butter.
Unfortunately for Drake, yes, Jesus is very quiet. But he understands the why, and quiet doesn't necessarily mean restrained. As much as Drake would love to find a way to make the other man lose control over his volume someday, it's just as hot when he reacts like this. His hum of approval muffled by Jesus' neck, Drake lets his weight down just a little so that he can drop onto his elbow and sink his fingers into Jesus' hair. Tug his head to the side. Suck a little harder, before releasing the pressure with a lick and blowing over the spot gently to soothe it.
"There's a mirror on the inside of the closet door," he reminds Jesus. It'd be easy to just... prop it open so it faces the bed.
"Uh huh," he says, dazed with the pleasure, and he takes a moment to look away from Drake to the door in question. He still has them both in one hand but for a moment he'd forgotten to move his hand, to do anything but surrender to the feel of Drake sucking that spot on his neck.
But he does know one thing: "I want to watch you fuck me."
Now that's motivating. Drake grins, stealing another quick kiss before pushing himself up and reclaiming his hands to get the rest of their clothing off. He pulls Jesus' pants and underwear down for him and tosses them off the bed, then stands to lose his own and go open the closet. Sure enough, all it takes is a boot on either side to keep it in the right position and Jesus has a clear view of himself where he's sitting.
This may or may not be something Drake's done before, to know the angle off the top of his head like this. Who can say?
Jesus is watching him thoughtfully, a naked fondness there in his blue eyes. "If we made a video," he muses, reaching out to pull him back onto the bed, back atop his body. "Would you watch it?"
Just a second, Jesus... Drake lets him catch his arm, but resists being pulled as he rummages in the nightstand.
"A video?" he sounds uncertain, but it's not a no. "You know that's basically handing the city our sex tape and letting them do what they want with it, right?"
"Hey now, you don't get to say it if you don't mean it," Drake teases, happy to let that line of questioning go for now. He's found what he wanted anyway, so lets Jesus tug him back onto the bed and catches him around the waist for another kiss. "Any preferences for this part?"
"Just think about how bad I want you inside me right now," he smirks, parting his legs a little more, running his hand down Drake's side to grab his ass.
"I'm gonna take that as a no." It may have been a 'hurry the fuck up' but Jesus knows exactly what that's going to get him, now doesn't he? Drake smirks back, maintaining eye contact as he slicks his hand and gets it between them... seemingly in absolutely no hurry as he starts fingering Jesus. What's the rush? You'd think Jesus would appreciate having such a gentle, careful partner, right?
He's completely ignoring the mirror at this stage, too, just giving Jesus that 'yeah I know exactly what I'm doing' grin as he strokes him from the inside. Slowly.
"Drake-" It's one syllable that somehow goes from a protest to throaty encouragement. He had meant that to be 'hurry up' but Drake's fingers move just so and it makes Jesus's back arch slightly.
"Such a tease," he mumbles, and that isn't a protest at all now. Keep going, he doesn't say, except in the way his eyes hold Drake's. Just like that.
"You like it," he counters, pressing in against Jesus to feel every little squirm, working his hand. "Can't fool me, not this close. You gonna let me hear you today? Since I'm gonna be at your back?"
"I can try," is all he can promise. A decade of habit has worn its way almost into instinct, but he loves how Drake responds when a groan just can't be smothered.
He gasps short when Drake's fingers slip a little deeper, and he presses his cock up against Drake's stomach, grinding slowly. "Feel how much I want you?"
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"That's 'cuz I like watching you," he admits, though that's not all of it. He likes knowing that it's good for Jesus, that he's wanted this way. "And I could call you other things..."
It would seem Jesus is getting a little impatient, though? Drake lifts his head to smirk at him, giving his ass another playful squeeze while not making any move to help get their pants off.
"Dunno if I'm motivated yet, gorgeous."
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"Love how hard you pound me when you know I'm comfortable," he writhes up against him. But even more than that, Jesus likes being teased, and Drake has it exactly right just now. "Love when you get going so hard I can barely breathe."
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"Mm. You can take it," he notes, pressing an infuriatingly light kiss to Jesus' neck. "You should see yourself."
It's a beautiful view, in Drake's opinion. But at the moment he's more curious about the sounds than the sights, as he rocks into Jesus' grip again and sucks at the soft skin beneath his lips. No teeth, of course, just lips and tongue, but there's still going to be a mark left behind.
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"There's a mirror on the inside of the closet door," he reminds Jesus. It'd be easy to just... prop it open so it faces the bed.
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But he does know one thing: "I want to watch you fuck me."
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This may or may not be something Drake's done before, to know the angle off the top of his head like this. Who can say?
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"A video?" he sounds uncertain, but it's not a no. "You know that's basically handing the city our sex tape and letting them do what they want with it, right?"
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He's completely ignoring the mirror at this stage, too, just giving Jesus that 'yeah I know exactly what I'm doing' grin as he strokes him from the inside. Slowly.
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"Such a tease," he mumbles, and that isn't a protest at all now. Keep going, he doesn't say, except in the way his eyes hold Drake's. Just like that.
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He gasps short when Drake's fingers slip a little deeper, and he presses his cock up against Drake's stomach, grinding slowly. "Feel how much I want you?"