His fingers clenched at Zeke's touch, another shiver running through his body, only more noticable this time around. This was torture... and yet, in some odd way, he was enjoying it. Logically, shouldn't he be wanting to have the control right now? Be on top of things, which wasn't the case with most anything in his life at current. But this just felt so good...
His face told on his pleasure, and he turned his head to the side, looking away from Zeke and trying to collect himself. Attempt failed. Turning back to look up at Zeke - the little bitch looked so hot, obviously enjoying his current position - he tried not to sound too desperate as he let the words spill over his lips and a jumbled mess.
"Why don't you just blow me, Ezekiel? You know you want to." Zeph sure as hell wanted him to.