The lack of pressure is hard to ignore and he tries to follow Jade's fingers as they're pulled out. Thankfully, it doesn't last long and his relieved sigh, body relaxing for the intrusion, are easy signs of how much he enjoys this not so simple preparation. Tongue pushing into the surface of the bench, he moves back into the thrusts -- he can't angle them right, not with Jade changing where he's aiming at every time.

Groaning, he looks over his shoulder, though he can't see much in this position and with his focus blurring. "Please." What is he even asking for? Jade won't listen to his begging, even if he could tell him what he needs, which he isn't sure of. Definitely more. His body twists, constrained both by the bar and the rope. He's kept mostly in the same position, unable to do more than try and fail to control anything at all. It's incredibly frustrating; thrilling, too.

"Please."