Waves of pleasure shoot up his spine with each thrust Dion gives him, limbs limp as he otherwise gives himself over. Nothing coherent comes out of him first, save for the moans and groans that fill their room, bouncing off the walls and echoing back to them both. Just as he'd wanted. He'd swears he'd been taunting him all evening...

"And if I was?" Well, he'd gotten his way, hadn't he? Pressed and held snugly against the bedroom wall as Dion stretches and fills him with increasing ease. "Founder please..."