Moaning incoherently, the white half had to pull himself together to answer. Having Alex nibbling at his emotions right then was only magnifying the tizzy being drawn out. A slow shudder rolled down his spine and he his free hand moved to Alex's side to hold tight, dig in and keep himself grounded. He almost couldn't decide for the options presented, and then there was the challenge being issued to his black half. They were turning it into a game and he wanted part of it, too. Jordan loved games, and he especially loved the ones where winner took all. "Fuck me," he said, turning his head just enough to capture Alex's mouth and start a kiss showing only a fraction of what he wanted done to him in return.

That was cute. Alex thought he could resist, and the black half of Jordan rumbled in quiet laughter. "I don't need you to bend at all," he said, already setting the lube aside now that he had slicked his fingers in the space where Alex couldn't stop talking. His white half seemed to have the same intolerance of Alex's verbosity and was taking care of it handily, which left the black half more than enough time to work. He wrapped his arm around Alex's chest through the space his white half was allowing him, holding him close and still while he pressed two fingers into the puckered entrance.