[ It's a suggestion that's well met, and JJ doesn't hesitate to bear his weight down against Solomon more firmly, curiosity being steadily replaced by desire as the kiss turns open mouth, the sudden heat a shock as much as it a delight. The entire thing is only vaguely reminiscent of his time with Isabella—he'd kissed her plenty of times, and once or twice they'd even pressed up together after a couple glasses of champagne, his hands trailing down her sides. Those instances had been few and far in between: JJ had a reputation to keep and live up to. Even then, he'd never climbed on top of her, never pressed her down against a bed while their lips steadily bruised together.
But he'd wanted to. Discipline and self-restraint are routine in the life of an athlete, extending beyond professional into his personal life, so he knew how to sidestep any desire that ran like a current under his skin. Now however, there's nothing and no one stopping him. Other than Solomon himself, and he doesn't seem all that opposed.
Though JJ isn't against making sure that's the case.
He sits back up to survey the scene, looking a little too pleased, but JJ's always been motivated by ego. His hands travel from where they'd settled on Solomon's shoulders, brushing over his neck before moving down his torso until he's pushing the very shirt he'd lent Solomon up, enjoying the lack of resistance. His movements are still playful, almost like he's toying with him. ]
You can get comfortable. [ He says this while pushing the shirt further up, obviously expecting Solomon to comply, and looking cheeky as he does. ] I don't want you to complain about me being a bad host afterward.
please stop
But he'd wanted to. Discipline and self-restraint are routine in the life of an athlete, extending beyond professional into his personal life, so he knew how to sidestep any desire that ran like a current under his skin. Now however, there's nothing and no one stopping him. Other than Solomon himself, and he doesn't seem all that opposed.
Though JJ isn't against making sure that's the case.
He sits back up to survey the scene, looking a little too pleased, but JJ's always been motivated by ego. His hands travel from where they'd settled on Solomon's shoulders, brushing over his neck before moving down his torso until he's pushing the very shirt he'd lent Solomon up, enjoying the lack of resistance. His movements are still playful, almost like he's toying with him. ]
You can get comfortable. [ He says this while pushing the shirt further up, obviously expecting Solomon to comply, and looking cheeky as he does. ] I don't want you to complain about me being a bad host afterward.