Title: Self Control
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Much richer people do.
A/N: I'm so sorry, Plum! I never meant to make you turn in your grave! It just, you know, happened! (Plus, how could anyone resist dominant!Jeeves? He's so scary. And so hot.)
Jeeves is silent. He hovers above Bertie, breath ghosting over him, but not touching at all. Bertie is hard, from the looks of it, nearly painfully so, but he's not complaining. He's not saying a word. Jeeves won't let him.
Jeeves is hard as well, but he could stay like this, in beautiful suspension, all night. He has wonderful self control, and, he thinks, smiling the ghost of a smirk, and looking at Bertie's expression (eyes screwed up in an attempt not to cry out or say anything), it is time Bertie learned to have some self control as well.
