[This time around, he's not offering resistance. Jeremiah fits against him just fine, his own weight shifting to meet partway. A heavy thrum settles in his hips, but he's not so desperate as to do anything. Instead he settles his hand, the one not currently displaying his card, to McGillis's back, anchoring himself more firmly into place.
It's nice, really. He feels like he's pouring off heat already, whether or not it passes through his suit, though he can feel it reflected back on his face. It's comfortable to be held, also claustrophobic to suddenly be so close. Without a discussion already at hand, he might have been tempted into kissing him, to take another shot at that sinful mouth of his. It may easier than looking in his eyes bare inches away and seeing the depths of his intent.]
Is that your vote? [Jeremiah's still got the final say, but his tone is genuinely asking. Pulse running hot, fast; having options like this somehow makes it all the easier, all the worse. For all his pride, he knows when he's well-matched, or more likely, outclassed. Jeremiah may boast and crow all he likes, but he'll get caught in a lie if he's reckless. He's sure he's capable of making McGillis orgasm more than once, but could he satisfy him? His expectations?]
I imagine I'd enjoy trying.
[It's cagey, but as honest as he can get, his eye flickered back downwards. There's not a lot he can stand to consider for long, not here and now, so his options narrow down pretty quick. Jeremiah doesn't have to look back up to think once again of his lips, curled in a smile. God, his face has gotten hot.]
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It's nice, really. He feels like he's pouring off heat already, whether or not it passes through his suit, though he can feel it reflected back on his face. It's comfortable to be held, also claustrophobic to suddenly be so close. Without a discussion already at hand, he might have been tempted into kissing him, to take another shot at that sinful mouth of his. It may easier than looking in his eyes bare inches away and seeing the depths of his intent.]
Is that your vote? [Jeremiah's still got the final say, but his tone is genuinely asking. Pulse running hot, fast; having options like this somehow makes it all the easier, all the worse. For all his pride, he knows when he's well-matched, or more likely, outclassed. Jeremiah may boast and crow all he likes, but he'll get caught in a lie if he's reckless. He's sure he's capable of making McGillis orgasm more than once, but could he satisfy him? His expectations?]
I imagine I'd enjoy trying.
[It's cagey, but as honest as he can get, his eye flickered back downwards. There's not a lot he can stand to consider for long, not here and now, so his options narrow down pretty quick. Jeremiah doesn't have to look back up to think once again of his lips, curled in a smile. God, his face has gotten hot.]
Oral would be simple enough.
[There, was that so hard?]