The rocking draws another cry that's just shy of being a fully fledged yell and he's trying his damndest to snap his hips upwards and just can't and the frustration is almost enough to make him swear because he's right there, and it's hot, and he can't do anything.

He can't look at him, much as he wants to. It's too much, he can't see him gloating if he's going to draw it out further because he's being driven nuts right now and the desperation is so strong he can taste it.

'God please...'