He cradles him easily, takes his weight where it's offered, keeps him pinned between him and the glass, but gives him enough room to twist and writhe.

"You still haven't answered my question," he seems so composed right now, solid where Ashley is a mess, but the tone is dark with lust, "Do you wish him to watch his punishment or do you care about him so much you would rather him be in hell than be without him?" And then, with a warm nibble to his ear,

"Is it too much? I can coddle you a bit, if you'd prefer," it's taunting. He knows Ashley will not take the offered out, even as he can no longer keep his hips still.