[ If there's one thing he's learned about Jade, it's that he's deliberate. He thinks things through, no action seeming to be a spur of the moment decision. It's this, he thinks, that drives the slow line of kisses down his neck that end with a smile pressed against his skin. Gino finds his tie is being expertly undone, the silk hanging loosely round his neck. In contrast, Jade's fingers tighten in his hair, tugging his head back, neck bared.
Part of him wants to resist, but the slight sting from where Jade's fingers are pulling feels nicer than he wants to admit. If the other man wanted him on edge—he was doing a swell job of it. Not one to sit idle for long, he moves his hands (a bit blindly), both of them settling against Jade's chest. There's a hesitation until he unhooks the collar of the shirt, and then he's undoing more, each movement exposing more skin. His gloved hand reaches out, fingers softly tracing the line of the brunette's throat. ]
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Part of him wants to resist, but the slight sting from where Jade's fingers are pulling feels nicer than he wants to admit. If the other man wanted him on edge—he was doing a swell job of it. Not one to sit idle for long, he moves his hands (a bit blindly), both of them settling against Jade's chest. There's a hesitation until he unhooks the collar of the shirt, and then he's undoing more, each movement exposing more skin. His gloved hand reaches out, fingers softly tracing the line of the brunette's throat. ]