"Hey, you're the one who wanted me to shut up and fuck you," he said, without masking his amusement. "You'll survive, love; I promise."
Stephen shook his head. "No biting your lip. I want to hear you and everything you feel. I don't want you to hide anything from me." That had so many layers, but he was lost anymore. The cool mask was harder and harder to maintain, when he wanted nothing more than to end this and bury himself inside Adrian.
"You're going to come when I tell you." Or at least he hoped so, because if he had to wait much longer, he'd go mad. He kissed Adrian hungrily, asking for acceptance and trust. He pulled his fingers out. "Turn around, love. Hands and knees."