"No, can't yet, can't- God," He inhaled sharply. "You're trying to kill me aren't you?" he joked weakly, body screaming no even as it reacted for Stephen.
He sighed in relief at the third finger, clamping down around it for a moment and then relaxing, body working quicker than normal. He flushed at Stephen's words but didn't look away from him, biting his lower lip and pushing back on Stephen's fingers harder, groaning at how good that felt. He'd always had a thing for Stephen's hands anyway.
"Not yet, can't yet," he replied, voice sounding shot with desire. "Too soon."