Zeke just quirked his lips, a little cocky smirk, eyes filled with lust and heat and determination. "Yes you will..." he said, voice seductive. "You'll beg me to touch you, to blow you, to fuck you..." because that was what Zeke wanted and that's what he was going to get. He knew what made Zeph hot, how to work him up, and he was going to make it slow and torturous. There was something to be said, afterall, for anticipation.
he reached an arm across the bed, leaning up but still firmly holding Zeph's hips down, and pulled open the side drawer. Zephyr Way was always prepared after all, Zeke knew that much, and pulled out a black silk tie. He held it out, in his hand, pausing, that silence asking for permission. Because this wouldn't work if Zeph was being grabby, Zeph was notoriously grabby and Zeke always gave in. Zeke wanted Zeph to be the one to give.