Christ, Charlie's hips are moving in desperate little shapes just from John's promises, and the slight catch of his cock on the fabric of his pyjamas is exquisitely frustrating. Yeah, yeah, all of that. All of that at once? Is that possible?

"Make it even slower," he says, still lustful, still muffled -- this time against the mound at the base of John's cock, where his face is pressed like he's trying to climb into John's hip. "Hmm- make me beg you to move. Hold me down so I can't just go and sit on it. I gotta take everything you give me. Every hole. I can't say no to you."

...they seem to be working on slightly different wavelengths here.