[The twisting fingers, one, two, three-- they all added up to a writhing mess. Dick's cock leaked freely against the pillow underneath him. He pressed and pushed backward into Jason's hand, wanting it to be the younger male. He knew what it was to be intimate with Jason now and fuck if he didn't want to take this as far as their bodies were allowed.

It wasn't like he could unzip himself and let the other male in, but it felt like he was coming close to it with that third finger. He wasn't even aware of the verbiage he'd used. If he'd begged Jason to make love to him, he meant it-- but he might not have whined it through his teeth with as much desperation if he'd been thinking it on a coherent wavelength. ]

I'm already yours, Jason, but I want your cock. I want you to fill me, make me know it. Break me apart. Please. Fuck. I need you. Please, Jason.

[Turning around, Dick looked back with wide eyes, pupils blown and sweat beading across his forehead. He looked every bit as desperate, hungry and full of need as he sounded.]