He knew he was doing something right when Lessard pushed his fingers in deeper, something that evoked a muffled moan from the boy and made him work the fingers harder. The change in the man's eyes did not go unnoticed, but he tried to not respond to it or at least mask just how wonderful he found the darkening of those eyes. His words made his heart skip a beat. Was the man able to read his mind?<br/><br/>Lips remained parted, even when Lessard pulled them out, a quiet gasp escaping him. The compliment was quite welcome.<br/>His eyes only opened enough to look down his form, following the touch of those fingers eagerly. He could guess what was next, but he wouldn't say a thing.<br/><br/>The light pressure against his opening made him gasp again, flicked up gaze met with his own. And then he pressed further and he couldn't keep his eyes open, couldn't watch.<br/>There was no resistance to speak of. He craved this so badly. He craved more.<br/>His own groan seemed an echo of Lessard's, but was louder, not suppressed at all, as if he wanted to make sure the man knew how good this invasion felt to him. His hips shook lightly while he tried to remain in control, but how could he when this whore played him like an instrument?<br/><br/>The question was almost missed. Why ask? He was ready. He needed this.<br/>"I'll do anything for you, Master," he mumbled, pressing his hips back at the man's hand but careful to not accidentally do Lessard's job for him.<br/>"I want you," he whispered, going hoarse "...so much."