[Oh, he knows. Because you're squirming just a little, Tyki Mikk. Cross laughs again, lessening the pressure of his fingers, his magic quelling to nearly nothing -- not enough to finish but enough, barely, to make things get desperate very quickly. No torment in the world can compare with orgasm denial, and guess what?]
[Yep. As soon as He's sure Tyki's good and pained, Cross's hand slides away entirely. Enjoy.]