Thanks all
“Don’t stop, please,” Jack’s whimpers break the silence. Jem can’t help himself, he bends down to silence him with an urgent kiss; then presses smaller, softer kisses to his face. Jack’s eyes close and Jem can no longer see the almost-desperate, almost-primal need, although his whole body is tense with wanting and desire and his self-control.
Jem reflects on the feeling of power of having Jack like this. It's intoxicating and exacerbating his own desire.
Christ, how I've missed this, he thinks, shoving his tongue deep into Jack’s hot, willing mouth, the bowl of shallow water splashing onto the floor. He pauses to move it to safety and Jack cries out again, attempting to grab his shirt and draw him closer.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Jem smiles against Jack’s neck, running his teeth against his exposed throat for the pure pleasure of feeling Jack buck against him uncontrollably. “And neither are you.”
“Please...” Jack begs.
“Tell me what you want,” Jem’s voice is hoarse.
“I want – I want you to touch me...” It’s too much for Jack, Jem notes with a hint of regret. Usually he would make his lover describe their acts in full, enjoying being in control and hearing the words fall from Jack’s lips. Now, regretfully, he puts his finger against Jack’s mouth, quieting him. Jack tenses again, afraid he’s done something wrong.
“You know I love you, don’t you?” Jem murmurs.
“I love you too,” Jack chokes out, his long fingers reaching to unzip Jem’s trousers. “I’ll show you how much.”
“No you won’t,” Jem smiles. “Not tonight, anyway. I’ve got other ideas.”
What other ideas would they be
then?