"You," he gasped against Carrick's mouth, nose brushing the other man's as he tried to steal another kiss, but just barely stopped himself. "Want to be perfect for you. Want all your cruelty and all your kindness, want your blades and your lashes and your paddles, want to be bound and used so well that I can't even fake pleasure for anyone else."
He finally stole that kiss, letting it linger for as long as he dared. "Want you to make such slow, sweet love to me that I weep long before you even take me for need of you. I want you to love me so fiercely I burn up with it. You. All I want is you, my lord love. My Erastes."