[Nero gives another throaty gasp as Jason teases his cock, his voice shuddering as he breathes against his skin,]

Can't... let you do all the work.

[He kisses Jason hard, pressing him into the grass as his tongue probes the inner caverns of his mouth - his lips tasting of iron and salty sweat. His hands grope and scratch at the already bloodied chest, but his hips are trying to grind himself free of his pants.]