[There's a breathy chuckle at that demand. He's not sure he'd call himself hot, but-- he's not arguing it if Steven wants to think it, if it'll let him be part of this. The earnest responses, the cut off noises-- oh, this is worth it.

Maybe it's debauched, but it's worth it.]

Maybe we need to add to that one cuff, Steven, if you're gonna keep that up. You'd look pretty anyway, strapped down to the bed, at my mercy. [Not that he'd take advantage, necessarily. But he'd make certain Steven is thoroughly satisfied.

Although--]

Or maybe you'd like me held down. Trust me, Steven, I have no doubt you'd be able to take me apart, learn everything you could to have me moaning your name.