The dragon that lives beneath his skin yearns to conquer in the wake of Joshua's plea. He has an impulse to peel him from the wall and throw him to the bed to better rut and take.

Dion snarls and presses harder, gets his mouth beneath Joshua's ear and sucks in short bursts between thrusts. He is not going to last as long as he'd hoped, and it is an effort not to quicken his efforts just yet.

"Please what, Phoenix?" He rasps. "Mayhap I should stop at once?"