Jesse was a terrible influence, he would have perhaps even freely admitted this even before tonight. They had worked too closely and with increasing frequency for him to completely evade the cowboy's mannerisms. And his laughter was infectious. Hanzo felt a smile break across his face before he stop the laughter rumbling in his chest.

Determined to at least temporarily rid himself of the sight of that belt buckle, Hanzo worked blindly. Fumbling with the catch his fingers suddenly stuttering in the dark as Jesse yanked silk from his hair. Freed at last, Hanzo thread the leather strap through the belt loops of Jesse's jeans. A self-satisfied grin tugged at the corners of his mouth when he heard the heavy buckle clatter on the floor.

"I do not seek gentleness," Hanzo said, picking up on how Jesse seemed to be holding back without explicit confirmation - they were after still feeling each other out, "Not now."

For once, Hanzo just wanted to let go and Jesse was more than willing to take the reigns as it were.