"You're awful mouthy." He mumbled, chuckling and pumping his fingers faster, still avoiding his prostate. "You fuckin' get yourself off before I get to fuck you and I swear I'll cut you off for that too." He grumbled, mouthing down his neck before licking over his mark.

"You been killin' me. Christ, Eliot..." He spread his fingers again slowly before biting his lip. "You ready for me?"