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[reneger]

Do you want me to hold you down, Rayner?

( it's soft. playful even. jason raises a hand to cup his palm against the back of kyle's head, fingers threading through his hair. )

'cause there's more fun ways to do that than trying to bully you into a nap.

[torchbearer]

[ kyle rests his palm against the curve of jason's cheek. ]

Do I seem like someone who's against that kind of fun?

[reneger]

I remember how you talked about Donna pinning you.

( fingers tighten in kyle's hair, just enough to pull. leans in close as if going for a kiss, but leaves space so he can keep sassing. )

Want me to play rougher, baby? Manhandle you a little? Leave bruises you'll be feeling for days that're clearly there to remind everyone you're mine?

( the playful lilt is back in his tone, and the confidence is significantly less about being confident and more about--jason knowing how to run his mouth and keep up with this particular brand of teasing. )

[torchbearer]

[ kyle shivers, pleased, but he doesn't seem particularly cowed. instead he brushes his thumb over jason's lower lip. ]

I told you before. I don't do play.

[reneger]

You play, you just don't play around. There's a difference.

( but he's--slowing down for a moment. stays pressed close and doesn't dislodge kyle's thumb. talks as if it isn't there. )

This ain't fucking around just to see how hard I can push before you push back. I'm already yours.

[torchbearer]

[ that's true. maybe it's kyle who is dancing around. he's always let other people dictate their desires. for him, it was enough to be in their orbit. to love them the way they wanted to be loved.

he's never given much thought to his own. ]

Then I . . . would like that.

[reneger]

( 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?

[torchbearer]

[ kyle rests his palms over jason's shoulders, letting them slide down. it's very different. maybe he had been unconsciously trying to fit it in the same part where all his other loves had been. the same shape, the same structure.

but it's nothing like that. ]

. . . I'll get better at it. At saying so.

But I do know that.

[reneger]

( he's learning, still. how to fit himself in against kyle, how to use his words to express himself properly. how to lean into kyle, when it's okay to. palms slide down his shoulders, and jason's grip on kyle tightens as he lifts him up and off of his feet, a forearm wrapping under kyle to keep him up as jason holds onto him and tilts his head up so he's still looking at kyle once he's gotten him up and off the ground.

jason's showing off. just a little. )

Oh, good. 'cause I'd hate to have to spend extra time spelling it out to you.

[torchbearer]

[ that brings out a throaty chuckle as kyle presses a kiss to his cheek and then to the corner of his lips. his own desires, huh? he's never thought of himself as someone who bottles it up, but maybe he does. he always found it easier to let other people choose.

but it'd be nice. to choose for once. ]

I know. I won't make you repeat it.

[reneger]

I love you.

( his voice is soft, fond, moreso than jason would usually let on.

his arm slips so it's more firmly around kyle, holding him up with the one hand while the other moves back to grab onto the sandwiches. he's not wasting shit he spent time putting together, even if he is moving to take them (and kyle) back out towards the couch. )

[torchbearer]

I love you too.

[ it's easy to say. and though jason doesn't believe it, kyle finds him easy to love. ]

[reneger]

( kyle says it like it's easy, and jason's--stopping for a moment so he can tighten his arm around kyle even more. leans into him for another kiss. still soft, but deeper. )

[torchbearer]

[ kyle twines his fingers in jason's hair as he parts his lips further, to let jason in. ]

[reneger]

( kyle's fingers press into his hair, and jason's - giving a soft, pleased sound against his mouth.

pulls back after a moment with a grin on his lips, still pressing close enough that the bridge of his nose presses against kyle's own, and starts walking towards the couch again. he's going to sit down while still holding onto kyle, making sure his knees fold first so jason doesn't accidentally test kyle's flexibility. )

I tell you any time recently just how pretty you are?

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[ kyle grins, careful to lodge himself on top of jason. ]

You say it a lot, actually.

[ his thumb swipes the edge of jason's jaw. ]

I should reciprocate. Maybe with art.

[reneger]

( the sandwiches get set aside on the arm of the couch, so jason can raise that hand up and press his palm along the back of kyle's. pulls his hand over so he can press a kiss to his palm. )

Draw me like one of your French girls.

[torchbearer]

[ he was half-teasing, but now the idea was fermenting in his head. he likes to draw the people he loves. he has sketches and sketches of jenny and donna and alex. why not add jason to the pile? ]

Is that what you'd like?

[reneger]

( not a question he's expecting, if the way jason's brow furrows and his expression shifts to something more - confused has anything to say about it. )

If you wanna?

[torchbearer]

[ kyle presses a kiss to the tip of his nose. ]

I definitely want to.