[While he hasn't released his wrists, Jeremiah's hold has relaxed already, the burn of skin under his far too nice to let go. His impulses are getting away from him, nothing bizarre planting itself in his mind, just a pressure to put into motion the things he's thought of mostly in passing before. He'd been waiting for the right time, the right precedent.

Jeremiah watches Suzaku bite his lip and feels a flood of heat let loose in him. To hell with waiting.]

Only what you're open to, what's comfortable for both of us.

[His eyes turn back to his hands, idly rubbing over the bones in one of Suzaku's wrists with his thumb. He could easily pull from his grip now. Jeremiah's simply drawn to touch, itching to seize those lips again with his own if he wasn't even more keen on talking first. His urgency is in wanting, but what he wants isn't to rush their do-over.]

I know you enjoy pain, but surely you enjoy pleasure by itself as well. What sorts of things feel good for you? Where do you like to be touched?