( jason hadn't spent a significant period of time with kyle before without picking up on a few nuances of what he liked. hell, hasn't spent almost a year in his space here without finding a few more. he knows kyle's an asshole, a tease, knows he follows jason's pace regardless on if he really needs to or not. remembers he'd said it was kyle's lead, but it was jason's pushing that led to them fucking around on his couch in nyc. jason pushing and pulling this whole damn time, and kyle just following the flow of it.
that's changing, now.
hands move down until jason's got palms spread over kyle's upper thighs. puts enough pressure it's clear he's pulling him forward, likely intending on picking him up but doesn't yet. )
I'm yours. ( he repeats it, softens the words a little. ) I'm not going anywhere. But you're mine, an' I want to give you what you want, too. You know that, right?
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that's changing, now.
hands move down until jason's got palms spread over kyle's upper thighs. puts enough pressure it's clear he's pulling him forward, likely intending on picking him up but doesn't yet. )
I'm yours. ( he repeats it, softens the words a little. ) I'm not going anywhere. But you're mine, an' I want to give you what you want, too. You know that, right?