[Being the Noah of Pleasure is indeed a self-gratifying sort of thing, but Tyki did always take a little pride in how much pleasure he could also dish out. Having no response for his effort from Cross does surely rub him the wrong way (so to say) and it only worsens when Cross is close to coaxing a short groan out of him, through the panting breaths and liplock.
It really gets on his nerves, forcing him to work harder in an attempt to top the man at his own game-- fighting for what control he can win in the kiss, fingers sliding with almost as much grace. The groan stays mostly in his throat, as stifled as he can make it.]