[luckily, Jason is pretty flexible. And very capable with balancing, keeping the shift in his center of gravity from causing himself to collapse onto Shrike. But then comes the order.

the lace starts to glow around his hands and his neck again, as he temporarily decides— it’s less important to show off, and his face flushes deep red with desire. He lifts his face from Shrike and tries to crane his neck, though he’s held in place by Shrike’s hand.

He doesn’t even consider keeping his cool, not as long as he’s got that question to deeply consider.]

I always want you to fuck me.

[his words are muffled, teasingly close to Shrike, but his focus is completely shot to hell for the moment.]

Especially when you’re like this. I’ll do anything.