[It's music to his ears. All the cries, the press of skin against sweat-slick skin, the taste of blood - it was impossible for him to not get hard as hell, but he's just aching now.

Still, he has enough etiquette in him to slow down, gently soothing the bite marks with his tongue as Jason comes down. When he's released, he pulls his fingers out and gives a satisfied, loving grin - watching that relief wash over Jason's face.]

Complaints?