[It's really getting at him that he's getting close and Cross is still acting like this is a chore to endure. Teeth grit into a dark grin, he squeezes particularly hard as he slides his hand up the curve of Cross' pants.] You know you were a lot easier to stand when you were bleeding on my floor. [Biting at the crook of his neck, hands sliding inside his pants to resume earlier strokes-- determined to be more thorough. And yes, that was a groan against your skin, Cross.]