"Yes, fuck, Chris, please... may I?" He was panting now, hips arching up into the man's hand rhythmically, trying desperately to stop, to hold off. He'd been forced to control himself, kept from release when the Aryans had fucked with him (and, of course, the thought of them immediately bit back his urgency), so he knew he could do it. This wasn't like that- he had to keep reminding himself, this was Chris, he was the one offering; and seeing the look in Chris' eyes made that easy enough, as he groaned and arched his back again.
"Please..." The word 'sir' almost slipped from his lips, causing him to swallow hard; he wasn't sure who would react worse to that, himself or Chris. He'd have to watch it.