"Oh yes," Jack purred, his hips lifting so he could push down his trousers all together, the scratch of the fly against the back of his hand not pleasant enough to keep. That done, he was back to stroking himself, "I imagine your mouth, so smugly wrapped around my erection would be-Hmm, I don't know what I'd do with myself. Would you want me to moan out your name, Gregory, or are you more the sort who takes pleasure in restraint?"