Too fast, too fast. He had to build up endurance... it had been over too swiftly, the urgency of the fuck stealing half or more of the pleasure that could have been drawn out. He had to slow down, but he didn't want to. He wanted release, he wanted mindless bliss, he wanted to sate his hunger. He was so close now, beyond stopping -<br/><br/><em>'Did I say you could do that?'</em>- or almost. Master Ryan's tone would be amused and commanding both at once, a slight shake in it and oddly paced for his ragged breathing. His hand would twist in his hair, dragging him back, stopping him completing his task.<em>'What pleasure you have will be mine to give, not yours to take. Stop. Now.'</em><br/><br/>His hand slowed, then ceased entirely, his hips twitching forwards hungrily still. The hand in his hair would pull him up, to he feet then trail down, to his cock, ghosting fingertips over its head, then down its length to the root. Atticus released the sponge to echo his imagination, a light touch, teasing and almost coy, before they curled around his base. Master Ryan would have pulled free a lacing from some item of clothing and tied it around his shaft.<em>Think you'll be able to behave now, Loius?</em><br/><br/>Atticus started to move the fingers inside him again, purposefully rubbing his prostate, keeping his other hand tight in place, sinking back to his knees in his fantasy to give the Master the attention he demanded.