Stephen kissed him back, frustration building. He hated those cuffs, hated that he couldn't grab Adrian and kiss him like he wanted. If he'd been free, Adrian would be pressed against the mattress, using his entire body to pin Adrian down, while he fucked him ruthlessly. As it were, he could only lay there, and use words.
"You like my fingers, ah? I remember how much you enjoyed it when I had my fingers - my entire fucking hand - inside you. Would you like to do that with an audience We could. I can just imagine how many people would be standing around, jerking off or being sucked, while they watch you, their eyes on the way my hand disappears inside you, on the way your cock jumps when my knuckles press against your prostate. They'd see how beautiful you are, and they'd know that they could never have you, that you're mine," he said softly.