Jayne lay supine on the mattress while Simon stood and examined the situation.
"Shirt off," he ordered. While Jayne shrugged off his old tee, Simon pondered his next move. It wasn't often he got to have Jayne right where he wanted him, and he was going to take full advantage of that fact.
Once Jayne was stripped, pants showing just the edge of his boxers, Simon sat down on the bed, a smile ghosting over his lips. "Now, you know the rules, right?" Jayne nodded.
"No movin', no comin' unless you say so." Jayne thinks for a moment, "Oh, yeah, keep my hands above my head."
Simon smiled again. "Good. I think we're going to add one more rule, just to see if you can handle it." He traced his finger down Jayne's sternum. "Think you can stay quiet?"
A swallow, and Jayne nodded. "Good." Simon stood up again, and undid Jayne's pants, tugging them down slightly, revealing wiry hair, and an already hardening cock. Simon drug his fingers teasingly along the shaft, muttering, "Anxious, are we?"
Jayne opened his mouth, but clamped down on his answer, eyes going wide for just a second.
Simon chuckled, leaning in closer. He brushed a kiss along a collarbone, hair prickling his skin. He licked his way to Jayne's neck, and took a good taste of the salt sweat gathered there. Humming in pleasure, Simon felt Jayne's pulse respond to his stroking hands.
A shiver here, a tremor there. Simon caressed his lover's body, and fed gently on his neck. Small bites were followed by calming strokes of the tongue. Jayne shuddered under the attention. Simon paused, and examined his face. "It's okay, Jayne," he reassured the older man. "You're doing well."
Their lips met, and Simon pivoted his body so he was now straddling Jayne's chest, not breaking the kiss. This position gave him more leverage, and he pressed in, giving more weight to each kiss. Simon swallowed Jayne's moans, ending the kiss with a slow lick along the margin of his lips.
Breathless, either from Simon's weight or the kiss, Jayne's eyes pleaded with Simon. "Not yet," Simon shook his head as he slithered down a bit. "I'm not finished with you." A bite to a nipple, and Jayne was sweating, straining not to arch. Muscles tensed under Simon's thighs as he bit down again.
Jayne was biting his lip, trying not to yelp, as Simon laved the abused nub with his tongue. When he moved his mouth to the right side, he pinched and twisted cruelly. Jayne shuddered again.
"Good boy," he whispered, and closed his teeth around the flesh, scraping lightly, but not squeezing. Once Jayne relaxed fractionally, Simon pinched the left nipple once more, enjoying the involuntary jerk. One last firm bite, his tongue soothing the pain away, and Simon crawled off Jayne's broad chest.
He smiled. Jayne was flushed and sweating, his cock rock hard and leaking a puddle of precome just below his navel. Simon leaned forward one more time, and cleaned up a bit, licking the trail up and stabbing into Jayne's bellybutton for good measure.
"Jayne," he breathed over the shuddering cock. "Tell me what you want. Now," Simon insisted, when Jayne seemed to hesitate.
"God, Simon, please," the voice was harsh with need and lust, strained with effort.
"Please what?" Simon held back, not contacting Jayne's body at all. Only the puffs of air as he spoke, and the body under his shuddered again.
Jayne groaned, and begged, "Your mouth, please, Simon!"
Simon licked a line along the big vein of Jayne's cock. "But of course. Since you asked so nicely." He took the head and drew it into his mouth, sucking hard, drawing out more of the salty sweet precome. His hands pressed down along Jayne's hips, reminding the big man not to thrust.
He opened his lips around Jayne's dick, sliding it into his throat. One swallow, and Jayne was coming, spilling hot come deep in Simon's mouth. Simon swallowed, gently removing his mouth from Jayne, and evaluated the situation again.
Jayne was flushed, his lips open and breathless, glistening with sweat. "Roll over," Simon commanded, and there was no hesitation. It was the work of a moment to tug the pants off, and spread Jayne's legs wide.
Simon pulled his cock out of his own pants, and slicked up quickly, moaning quietly at the sight of Jayne's eagerness. He slid into Jayne's hole with no preparation, and it was slow, and hard for both of them. But Jayne pushed back; he needed the pain, he wanted the burn, and Simon wanted to be the one who gave it to him.
He moved slowly at first, letting them both adjust, but soon, Simon couldn't hold back. His blood was pounding behind his eyes, sweat teasing trails along his jaw. He pounded into Jayne's willing body, letting the desire set his pace. It boiled deep in his gut, but Simon maintained control for a moment more, delaying the inevitable for the sheer joy of being buried deep in Jayne's ass.
An eternal minute later, his hands clutched at Jayne's hips, and Simon saw bright flashes cross his vision. He shuddered, and felt his cock pulse, waves of pleasure finally focusing. Simon braced himself, managing not to collapse on Jayne, although his arms protested.
Smiling, he pulled out gently, and stared at the sheen of sweat on Jayne's back. It was too irresistible, and Simon took one last lick along Jayne's spine, ignoring the quiet protest from under him. "Hush, Jayne."