There's a deep satisfaction in this, more than the physical, both in staking a claim, but also in turning such a picky, rather petulant individual into a complete mess like this. There's no derision in the thought at all, which is possibly why he doesn't voice it, at least not in this moment, isn't playing games of humiliation or thinking that way at all. It's more accomplishment, that Ashley would talk and whine and protest, but get him like this and he's barely able to form words.

The type of possessive and power-driven Ereuvir is, it's a perfect match.

He moves his hand from Ashley's neck, but it's just so he can grip his hips with both hands, lift him up and back almost off his feet, to get that last little bit deeper. The pace speeds, there's no way even he can go on like this for a long time, and it's only a minute more before he's coming inside Ashley for the second time in as many hours.

He doesn't do anything specific in assisting Ashley in doing the same, but if he's still waiting, he doesn't intend to keep him waiting long.