Heine lets Jonathan move his hands, a small smile crossing his face. It's easy enough to give him the impression of control. He obediently moves one hand between their bodies to rub his palm against his cock through the front of his pants, sighing softly and nuzzling at the side of his neck as he does.

He can taste the mortal in the back of his throat. For now he can only imagine how rich Jonathan might taste if he began to consume him in earnest.

"Let's go somewhere more comfortable," Jonathan murmurs. He glances at Jade for direction.