Still breathing heavily, Samandriel nodded, leaning back to rest his weight on his calves and one arm behind him, making the most pleasing picture he could for Carrick. He licked his lips, fingers curling around his length as his gaze didn't waver from the other man. He moaned softly, breathing falling uneven rapidly. He wouldn't last long, not with how close just giving pleasure had gotten him. He would hold off until Carrick explicitly ordered him, though. He could do that much in the name of obedience.