Jesse’s eyes widened slightly, surprised. “I guess I’d ask what you did want to do.”
Pulling his hand free, Gideon grasped Jesse’s wrist and guided him to his hip, folding his fingers over Jesse’s longer ones. “I don’t always need the games,” he said. “Sometimes, all I want is to be able to sink into a willing partner and have them hold onto me while we fuck.” His mouth twitched. “Or, you know, rake their nails down my back because it feels so good. That works, too.”
“I can do that,” Jesse said, perhaps a little too eagerly. He liked, enjoyed, adored every single thing Gideon did to him, and everything they did together, but he had been longing for the opportunity to do the very thing Gideon described. “Let’s do that. Right now.”
Gideon laughed, and it dispelled the sobriety that had clouded him. “Am I going to have to give you more lessons in patience?”
He toyed with the buttons on Gideon’s shirt. “Probably more lessons wouldn’t hurt. We can pencil those in for later.”