[ The answer to that question wouldn't surprise anyone. This was the first time he'd let anyone so much as touch him, kiss him, to be inside of him. No, even those he trusted so dearly hadn't seen him like this.

It wouldn't have been right. Not when they weren't the person he wanted.

Riddle gasps again as he's pulled in closer, his legs spreading slightly more to allow for the closeness. He's got the muscles for this. It shouldn't be hard for him in theory, to ride Floyd to his heart's content. What makes it so much harder was the movements of the other boy, the way their hips press together.

It's driving him insane. ]

I-- [ Riddle's words are cut off by another moan at the way Floyd thrusts up into him, his hands clutching hard onto his shoulders in response. ] Wouldn't. Asking for that, I can't--

[ The words are stammered out, his mind struggling to keep up with the movements of their bodies, of his own quick, harsh movements to get everything he wants. He does, however, manage to finally meet Floyd's gaze again, brows furrowed in thought. What thoughts is a wonder, all things considered. ]

...You would have, really?

[ To be taken care of, to be given all he wants; isn't that what he wants? What he yearns for? Through labored breaths, he makes another demand, one that was far less reasonable than the last. ]

Don't make me ask you to do so. Prove it. How well you would've taken care of me. Make me reach climax again and again and again until all I can think about is you. I don't want to just imagine it anymore.

[ ... Nope, he didn't mean to say that part aloud. He clamps his hand over his mouth, hoping Floyd somehow missed it. He's kind of quiet anyways-- ]