Drake hums, the sound somewhere between contented and thoughtful. It's a good point, he heard it, but also that feels really nice-- okay, no, focus.
"I'll get it," he agrees, "maybe text your roommate so they don't worry and break in?"
And then he's getting up and double-checking which way the door opens... out, huh? That's actually easier. Jesus will get to watch him pull his belt off and glance around until he spots a broom in the kitchenette. After testing that it's not going to bend easily he braces it in the narrow doorway and belts it to the doorknob at that angle, so that anyone who tries to pull the door open will find it barricaded.
It's not going to stop anybody determined, but neither would the door itself, honestly. They're not solid in the down -- this is as good at they're gonna get.
It would at least hold a walker or two off for a little while, which is not necessarily a good way to gauge privacy but is enough that when Drake comes back over he kisses him without any hesitance.
"Thanks," he murmurs, and starts to pull Drake's shirt off.
The enthusiasm is very much appreciated, and Drake chuckles softly as Jesus tugs at his shirt. No argument from him. He lets the other man help pull it up and off and as soon as he's free of it is reaching to divest Jesus of his own, the energy between them now light and playful. As if they weren't just talking about some pretty terrible worst case scenarios.
"What do you like?" he asks curiously, stepping back in to steal another kiss once both their shirts are off. It's fun to just find out, but a year and a half in Duplicity has him used to establishing ground rules. "And can I take your hair down?"
Drake quirks an eyebrow at 'typical' because even if Jesus has only ever had the most boring sex possible... everybody's got favorite things, right? Maybe he needs to be more specific?
"We don't have to get kinky," he clarifies, tugging the tie out of Jesus' hair and running his fingers through it, "but you must have preferences."
Another kiss, this time guiding Jesus in with a gentle grip on his hair. When it breaks this time, Drake stays close, murmuring against the other man's lips.
"I'm also cool just figuring them out for myself."
He recognizes what he's doing: Drake offered him a safe place, offered him protection from a law Jesus is powerless to fight, and Jesus's instinct is to withdraw hard. Don't offer details, don't offer preferences. Be amenable, have no preferences, be whatever is needed.
It's an old habit. It's a bad one.
"I like bottoming," he makes himself say, makes himself be honest. Drake has more than earned it. "I like it a little rough. Nothing crazy, but I like having little marks."
From people he likes, anyway. The strangers he's hooked up with to meet quota were strictly to the point, no kissing and no lingering reminders.
That's fortuitous. Drake isn't willing to actually hurt anyone, but he's also into a little bit of an edge. Knowing his partner is going to feel it the next day and leaving harmless reminders like hickeys or scratches. He had to be so careful for so long to mind his nails that it's freeing to not have to worry about things like that anymore... he nods, pleased with the honest answer, and pulls Jesus in tight against him. Far less gentle now that he's been given that hint.
"Nothing crazy," he echoes, before abruptly shifting his grip to lift Jesus off the ground just slightly. That lets him turn and toss the other man onto the nearby bed, climbing on to pin him there with a grin. "I can do that."
Then they're kissing again, Drake bracing himself on one arm as he drags his other hand down Jesus' torso, nails catching slightly over his ribs and skimming teasingly low on his stomach towards the fastenings of his pants.
He laughs as he hits the mattress, hooks his thumbs in Drake's waistband and pushes down. Without unfastening them they aren't going far, but it's the act that conveys the eagerness in him. He'd tear Drake's clothes right off if he could.
"Don't go easy on me," he warns, and nips Drake's neck.
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Date: 2022-09-21 09:59 pm (UTC)"I'll get it," he agrees, "maybe text your roommate so they don't worry and break in?"
And then he's getting up and double-checking which way the door opens... out, huh? That's actually easier. Jesus will get to watch him pull his belt off and glance around until he spots a broom in the kitchenette. After testing that it's not going to bend easily he braces it in the narrow doorway and belts it to the doorknob at that angle, so that anyone who tries to pull the door open will find it barricaded.
It's not going to stop anybody determined, but neither would the door itself, honestly. They're not solid in the down -- this is as good at they're gonna get.
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Date: 2022-09-21 10:18 pm (UTC)"Thanks," he murmurs, and starts to pull Drake's shirt off.
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Date: 2022-09-21 10:35 pm (UTC)"What do you like?" he asks curiously, stepping back in to steal another kiss once both their shirts are off. It's fun to just find out, but a year and a half in Duplicity has him used to establishing ground rules. "And can I take your hair down?"
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Date: 2022-09-21 10:49 pm (UTC)"Take it out, pull it," do whatever you like with it. "I'm still figuring out what I like. Everything I did back home was sort of...typical."
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Date: 2022-09-22 12:14 am (UTC)"We don't have to get kinky," he clarifies, tugging the tie out of Jesus' hair and running his fingers through it, "but you must have preferences."
Another kiss, this time guiding Jesus in with a gentle grip on his hair. When it breaks this time, Drake stays close, murmuring against the other man's lips.
"I'm also cool just figuring them out for myself."
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Date: 2022-09-22 12:20 am (UTC)It's an old habit. It's a bad one.
"I like bottoming," he makes himself say, makes himself be honest. Drake has more than earned it. "I like it a little rough. Nothing crazy, but I like having little marks."
From people he likes, anyway. The strangers he's hooked up with to meet quota were strictly to the point, no kissing and no lingering reminders.
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Date: 2022-09-22 01:02 am (UTC)"Nothing crazy," he echoes, before abruptly shifting his grip to lift Jesus off the ground just slightly. That lets him turn and toss the other man onto the nearby bed, climbing on to pin him there with a grin. "I can do that."
Then they're kissing again, Drake bracing himself on one arm as he drags his other hand down Jesus' torso, nails catching slightly over his ribs and skimming teasingly low on his stomach towards the fastenings of his pants.
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Date: 2022-09-22 01:15 am (UTC)"Don't go easy on me," he warns, and nips Drake's neck.