He wasn't sure what was worst - the neverending stream of sensations or the abrupt stop of each touch at Zeke's whim. Shivering now, he tried not to squirm away from the other man's kisses, as they were both pain and pleasure. Biting his lips hard, the words Zeke wanted him to say were on his tongue. And he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep them in.
As the kisses wandered up with legs, he let out a moan, and ever so quietly disguised was that one word he'd avoided ever since Zeke asked for it. "Please..." a mere whisper, his wrists straining their restraints.