There's a firm squeeze before he starts again, starting the pace slower again, his other hand bracketing around his waist in a way that feels a little like he could just lift him up from there and go.

But he's got no shortage of confidence here, as much as his devotion, his worship. He leans in, down, and he's claiming Jacobi's lips this time, hand moving in time to the rhythm of the kiss until he turns and starts kissing along Jacobi's jaw and the pace increases.

"You are," he says without a hint of doubt, "because you love it almost as much as I do." A nip to his jaw. "My hand in your hair, tugging hard every time you make me want to fuck your mouth."