"Tell me how much you want me and I might just let you go," Adrian murmured, sensing the annoyance in Stephen. He wanted Stephen's hands on him, in him, anyway he could get them but he'd asked for this and Stephen had agreed.
Adrian's thighs tightened slightly at the memory - Stephen having to feel it considering he was straddling him - and he bit his lip, unsure of himself and not really sure how that was possible when he was still fucking himself with four fingers. It was one thing to be jerked off in front of a room with three people staring intently, quite another to be fisted in front of a room of people with all eyes on him. "Might do," he finally managed to get out, voice rough. "Like knowing I'm yours and god, love your fingers, love your hand. Stephen, need you to fuck me, want it."