Next time.

[It sounds like a promise, and that's why he can't help but echo it. They'll do this again. In his life of chances cut short and dreams gone unrealized because of a killing blow, he craves that sort of promise far more than he ever realized.

But the mention of Star makes him laugh, as does the electric pleasure that washes over him as Adrian starts to move, while moonlacing and desire twist up together and make him giddy.]

You're so full of it. Like you really want to see what it does to me, and not how it feels for you.

[He doesn't have a lot of leverage like this, not with Adrian's weight over his hips and his hands bound, but he can manage to rock his hips a little to meet Adrian. That's all, however — just the slightest good-faith attempt at helping. The rest of it is entirely in Adrian's control, and he's beautiful to watch.]

He — he wants his collar, too. Star. Before we're done. He's wanted to touch you this whole time, but — ah, I fucked up, made him my signal to stop. I didn't want you to think I needed to stop. Oh —