"Ooooh, voyeurim coming out," Ganymede teased, though his voice was soft and loving, because he knew how much Ashley was watching him all the time. He loved knowing that his love paid him such attention, and not just for sex.

"So that's why you come by the bar so often."

"I know," Ganymede murmurs, face soft and utterly in love even as Ashley begins to trace his lips, catching them in a gentle kiss. "That's why I bring you lunch when I can. I want to spend time with you."

He could chuckle at the notion of tying Ash up, though the spark of interest that got was hard to hide. "Really? No one's ever trusted me to tie them up before. Not...without conditions. Being able to get loose easily." And he knew Ashley could, he could tear himself free of anything Ganymede might do, but that wasn't the point. It was that Ash trusted him to do it in the first place, and wouldn't be angry when Ganymede actually wanted the experience of being dominant.

"I know. But I like that you trust me anyway," he murmurs, unable to stop his mouth from lifting up at the corners in a delighted grin.

"I like it when you let me be dominant," Ganymede purrs, nose brushing Ashley's and shifting over his cheekbone, moving in intimately close and humming at the contact with his love. "When you give up control for me...you are so sexy, it kills me."

"Baby boy, that isn't weird. Not at all," Ganymede chuckled, kissing the pads of Ashley's thumbs every time they come to the middle of his lips. He loves the little trading touches between them, small and affectionate and adoring. "You want outside regulation when it's hard to do internally," he murmurs. "And it is when you're stressed or upset or hurt, it is for everyone." That is how frustration happens, especially in people who are used to self-reliance above all.

Ganymede knows that part very well.

"Do you remember...about a month ago, you came home from work frustrated, and when I met you at the door I told you we were going to take a shower together, we were eating actual food, and we were going to play that car video game for a dew hours? Chrissy called me that afternoon. And if I'd have known I could have railed you on the kitchen counter to get the same effect...I would have done that too." Ganymede was very capable of making a plan and seeing it to fruition, and making his husband relax and unwind was no different, really. He knew what Ashley enjoyed, he'd had the foresight to make him eat, and take off everything that might have reminded him of his day. "I told you. I like taking care of people."

"You're my husband," Ganymede murmurs, and a soft and gentle smile touches his mouth as he says it. "It's my job to know what you need, and when you need it. And to give it to you," he chuckles, nipping with his teeth at Ashley's earlobe, turning it into a kiss as they touch, intimate little brushes that dance over skin, meant to soothe rather than entice.

"I'm going to be the only man you ever trust with that, too," he teases, tongue between his teeth. "You're the only man I want."

"Maybe," Ganymede laughs. It's true, he is possessive over Ashley, in a way he's never really let himself feel or act before. But he wants all of his husband to himself, all the time. Ash is such a glorious man, physically and spiritualy and superaturally, that Ganymede is continually in awe.

"I like being able to get that sound out of you, though. God, you're sexy."

"You're mine," Ganymede murmured, only a little obstinate, but he had made his choice and even if it took him physically defending it, Ashley was going to be his.

He raked his teeth over Ash's earlobe one more time, and bit sharply at the curve of his jaw, hard enough to leave an impression of his teeth in his love's skin. "I like hearing you...the way you moan for me. Fuck, it goes right to my cock," he chuckled softly into Ashley's ear.

"Ass," Ganymede laughs, but doesn't back away. He's too high and too interested in touching his husband to think very clearly on the subject as he inhales the smoke Ash blows against his mouth.

"Truth, then."

"You're supposed to let me just make out with you by now," Ganymede laughed, watching his love's hands tracing up his arms.

"I get...stuck sometimes," he whispered. "In the past. Wishing for what might have been instead of what is. Or remembering what actually was."

He kissed back much the same way, though Ganymede frowned when they broke apart and Ash asked that question, sitting back on his heels with a gentle pout.

"I don't know," he murmured.

Ganymede let out a noise at having the front of his jeans pulled forward, shortly landing him almost in Ashley's lap. He caught himself on Ash's shoulders, wide eyes focused on his love's face as they came together like Ganymede weighed nothing at all.

"I don't know why it happens. But I try not to." He doesn't want his past to get in the way of what he has, though it's disturbingly easy for him to slip into that kind of maladaptive daydreaming.

"Because I just...told you I got stuck thinking about other people. Why...wouldn't you want me away?"

He kept looking down at Ashley's face, gently cupping his cheek in one hand. "Baby boy... I don't like it when I get stuck. When I miss being here and present with you."