It's by sheer force of will, which he's beginning to run out of, that he doesn't pull his hand away. Jade's tongue tickles him in both the worst and the best way, sending a cool shiver down his spine. "I'm sorry?" Gasping, he fails to stop his babbling. "They don't, ah, fool around. They get sucked off, fuck me and leave. Or, or I leave. Mostly I leave."

The most he's gotten out of other guys that is comparable to this is his hair being pulled on in the throes of passion and he likes that, too, but it's not half as intoxicating as being steered into whatever direction another man wants. He's not sure he'll be able to walk after this. His legs are weak from holding up his body, shaking too much, and now he's also trying not to spurt onto Jade's clothes which requires more restraint than he's capable of. His muscles visibly contract; he wishes he knew what to do, but all he can see is himself spreading his legs for a shadowy figure and Jade watching over them.

"You'll watch, tomorrow?" His voice is weak and raw when he breathes against Jade's cheek. "Please."