[Pinned he is, those arms aren't going to go anywheres. And why would he? Feels so fucking fine. The way they're rubbing on one another it's like they're trying to make fire.]

Y'might be callin' the shots for now. [Huff. Go on and laugh at him kid. He doesn't give a fuck. Not at all.] Think I could manage.

[Hopefully. The prospect of trying at all makes him want to fill the order. Cool, indifferent talk isn't that solid at the moment. He grins in shameless guilt. Sounds like incentive to mouth off.]

C'mon. You know what the fuck you're doin' tough guy on my dick or in my mouth. We only got one night in this place.