I won't be a bastard this time. Just this once.

[Certainly not when his throat is otherwise occupied with the thin noise escaping it, a ragged whimper as he inclines his head to the side to better invite the attention. It doesn't seem possible, somehow, to be as happy as he is in that very moment. It doesn't seem possible that he's gotten this lucky, or been this good.]

But I promise I'll make you want me. I'll make you want me so much, and then I'll make you earn it. Promise.