[ It makes him laugh, low and raspy, like he's already been sucking Hugh off for hours. He's always amused by their power struggles, half because Hugh's a drama queen, and half because he thinks it makes Hugh angrier. And he's eager, sure, but not that eager, and that even lessens when Hugh lets go of his hair. They can fuck, or they can sit here, because Jesse's not nearly hard enough to want to beg. He watches Hugh, and when Hugh runs his thumb along Jesse's bottom lip, Jesse opens his mouth easily, panting out hot little breaths against Hugh's skin. ]

You're the one that wants your cock in my mouth. [ Jesse hums low, shifting under Hugh. ] Don't you think it oughta be you asking politely? [ He even sets his head back down against the floor if Hugh will allow it, smirking. ] I ain't asking you for shit. You know how to take it - or do I gotta fucking step by step direct you on how to make me suck you off?