Whatever I want? [He echoed the words thoughtfully, if a little skeptically. He loosened his hold on Dodger's neck and slid his hand up to the young man's mouth, tracing his lower lip with his thumb.] I was quite enjoying what we were doing before.

[He pressed his lips together, showing his disappointment and annoyance that Dodger had ruined a good thing. With a nod, he gave him a hard double pat on the cheek before roughly shoving him over until he was mostly on his stomach. Burying one hand in his hair to twist his head to the side, he grabbed a hold of his hip with his other hand, grinding forward against it as he pressed his mouth to Dodger's ear.]

What did you want, hm? [His voice was a raspy, harsh whisper.] Did you think I would beg? Like a dog.

[Wrapping his arm further around Dodger's waist, he palmed him roughly through his pants, rocking his hips forward again with a low grunt. Niceties over with, he tugged at the front of Dodger's pants until he got them opened and yanked them down a bit.]

Do you have oil? [He gave Dodger's hair a yank before he could answer.] If I let you up, will I regret it?