"Your hypotheticals are so limiting," Ashley whines, grinding harder against Ereuvir. The plug inside him is maddening, constantly stimulating him but never giving him enough, only making him want it more and more.

"Coddle me!" Ashley laughs at the suggestion like Ereuvir meant it as a joke, writhing full-bodied against him. "You promised you'd make me beg."

He's so close to begging, one hand trembling against the glass while the other grasps weakly at Ereuvir's hip. The only thing that holds him back is that he's enjoying the torment too much.