[He would have never thought that a half-choked sound could have elicited such longing on his own part. The same could be said about the mess that he invokes, the saliva that runs down his neck reminding him very vividly of the mess that had pooled across his face only a short while ago. Somehow, though, makes it all look and sound so good.]

You have no idea what you do to me, Nick. [He leans forward so he can croon his in his ear. A nip to the lobe punctuates it.] How'm I ever supposed to let you out of my sight now, huh?

[Once more, his fingers delve down into his throat. This time, when he presses further in, he holds it there. Some part of him rails against it, worried that it might be too much, that he might hurt Wolfwood. The other part reminds him that he's already seen this much interest at play before.

He's giving him exactly what he wants by letting Wolfwood gag on his fingers.]

Will you do it again? Let me see you come?