His eyes lit up at the idea he was making the older feel the same way he often did under his hands. Not that he thought Jim felt things the way he did, but hopefully it was close enough to entertain the idea at least.
Biting his lip at the soft plea, he hesitated a moment. Normally, when it was him under Jim's hands, he'd be tapping out by now. The older was clearly different, enjoyed it far more then he did. Peering down at him, he moved his hands slightly higher, squeezing harder then he was comfortable with, but more then ready to whip hands away should it be to much.