"But I want you to," Adrian said plainly, knowing that even if he did uncuff him, Stephen likely wouldn't touch him just to prove his point. He resisted the urge to pout and concentrated on fucking himself on Stephen's cock instead, moving up and down fluidly.
He was a little nonplussed when Stephen told him to shut his eyes, usually chastising him for opening them but didn't question it, shutting his eyes and fantasizing instead, almost able to feel Stephen's hands on him, his own memories providing the visual even if he couldn't quite recall the exact press of his fingers.
By the time he'd imagined Stephen's fingers around his cock, he was struggling not to come himself, digging his nails into his thigh. The pain didn't diminish the pleasure though and Adrian fucked himself harder on Stephen's cock, muscles flexing and clenching around it. "Please- Got to touch myself. Got to come."