[Jeremiah supposes he has. Standing there, seemingly doing nothing as McGillis works the remainder of his clothes open, leaving him bared all the way down to his legs. One of his hands finally reaches for purchase beside him, gripping around the topmost bar of the railing. More rapt than anything, he watches as McGillis sinks down and takes his hard cock into his grip.
He feels... ineffective. Stagnant. It's strange without the push-pull that he's used to, the play fight of feeling someone out for the first time when tempers clash right out the gate. Jeremiah always savors that struggle, the hard-earned satisfaction of what he can gain from it. McGillis seems to want to yield nothing, not unless he offers it first.
Well, he's offering now, down to the very details. Answers come to mind, but none feel succinct, all too vague. This man could and would do a great number of things if her permitted it. He needs precision, in turn.]
A slower pace, to start.
[He couldn't be looking anywhere but those eyes, set on that handsome face just inches from his erection, framed in hair he's already itching to sink a hand right back into. He wants to say savor it, but well, that's asking a little much of someone so keen to win out on his own terms. The man really does have him minding his tongue.]
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He feels... ineffective. Stagnant. It's strange without the push-pull that he's used to, the play fight of feeling someone out for the first time when tempers clash right out the gate. Jeremiah always savors that struggle, the hard-earned satisfaction of what he can gain from it. McGillis seems to want to yield nothing, not unless he offers it first.
Well, he's offering now, down to the very details. Answers come to mind, but none feel succinct, all too vague. This man could and would do a great number of things if her permitted it. He needs precision, in turn.]
A slower pace, to start.
[He couldn't be looking anywhere but those eyes, set on that handsome face just inches from his erection, framed in hair he's already itching to sink a hand right back into. He wants to say savor it, but well, that's asking a little much of someone so keen to win out on his own terms. The man really does have him minding his tongue.]