[His touch draws his next inhale in sharp, heat working up his spine. It's almost startling how bold those hands are, yet to find their way anywhere unwelcome but belying more than simple comfort with doing so. There's a dominance in it, not one that simply takes but one that urges him, coaxes him in turn.]

Maybe I'm just enjoying myself.

[Those kisses keep bringing him back, though he doesn't stay for long, panting softly as his eyes keep being drawn downwards. Jeremiah doesn't miss the like bulge in Angelo's pants, a couple fingers hooking in his waistband. That other hand slides upwards, dragging up his torso to squeeze his chest, thumbing over his nipple when he reaches it.]

I'm not afraid of the collateral. [He's not looking Angelo in the eye, his own gaze unfocused as his fingertips stray to the closure of his pants. There's still a moment's pause before he starts undoing it.] It's nothing I haven't been able to handle so far.