Jason kissed him attentively but firmly, because Colby liked that: affirmations and control, and surrender when care was assured. Colby did not flinch when Jason put a hand behind his head, kept him in place, kissed him more; Colby in fact moaned a little and moved against him.
Jason paused. “You want us to take care of you? I can talk. You can do the touching.”
“I don’t know.” Colby kissed Jason’s shoulder this time. “I told you I don’t mind waiting. And I know we’ve probably not got much time left now. But I also feel like…”
“Like you want to get off?”
“Well…yes. But I don’t know what I want. I feel…” This pause came with a wiggle; Colby’s desire pressed more insistently against Jason’s hip. “I liked you telling me that—that I was being good, doing what you wanted…oh, goodness, even
