[ Good stroke, then! He'll just be keeping that up, adding a sweet roll to his wrist, letting Jesse squirm however he wants. It isn't often that he gets Jesse so completely at his mercy, so he's going to enjoy it. ]

You sound like you're enjoying yourself. Is this how you do it at night, when you're alone? [ Slower, firmer, the fingers of his free hand tangling idly in the dark curls at the base of his cock: ] Or like this, maybe? Or--

[ He leans in, lips closing around Jesse for just a second - then he pulls off, the way made slick enough that he can stroke Jesse off with two hands, base to tip, thumb grazing over the head in a random pattern that seems entirely focused on keeping Jesse off his game. ]

Well, you know best. You tell me.