"I don't care if it's the right way, I want you to do it." That wasn't begging, was it? No, it was ignorance and egoism. Or something. "And fuck self-control."
Which was something he lacked profusely right now, as Zeke's tongue darted around his belly button. Damn, that boy knew what he was doing. Moaning out loud, Zephyr bit his lip hard, squirming to get away from the sensation. This wasn't working out anymore - he needed to get off. Badly. And Zeke wouldn't oblige unless he was begged to do so.
"Stop... god, stop..!" Usually, Zeph would've grabbed the other and made him stop by force, but Zeke had effectively used the tie to take care of that little detail. So all Zeph could do was ask nicely.