Sore is good. Sore is what he wants. He wants Jack to be thinking about this, about him, all day. He smirks at the noises he's making, at the greedy sounds and expressions coming from him. Oh, this is good alright.
"Do you think you can come without even touching yourself?" He asks in that same throaty voice. It sounds like a question but they both know it's more of a request. An instruction.