Ashley gives an indignant yelp as Ereuvir knocks his legs wider, stealing his balance and making him drop most of his weight onto the desk. He whimpers in complaint, pouting, and wiggles into a more comfortable position, pushing himself up on tiptoe to hold his weight from the stance Ereuvir insists upon.

Bracing his arms on the desk, Ashley glances back over his shoulder, giving Ereuvir a glare that’s half petulance and half challenge. “Well?” he asks, just indignant enough that his begging is paused, though he keeps his back arched to offer his ass, body still begging clearly enough on his behalf.