Hips surge forward against that teasing palm, not enough, never enough (maybe cockslut was ri-), the pressure on this side of irritatingly good, so close to enough with one more little push. But he's also pleasantly preoccupied with her, one finger dips into her underwear to slide between her folds, just to see how wet she is for him, enough to where he slides in smooth.

"Don't we always have a choice? Isn't that what the old man said...? How disrespectful, Thrace..."

A breath hisses through his teeth, caught on the tail end of a moan that he presses into the side of her jaw, teeth scoring along soft skin.

"I think I do need a reminder, yeah. And while you're at it, you can tell me just what the hell it is you did...you're changing the subject," he slurs.