A rough, breathy laugh bubbles up in him; once his attention is drawn back to his dick, he feels excruciatingly close.

"Almost anything," he admits. A bite, a kiss, a swipe of claws - it would be so easy to push him over the edge.

"I want - I want - " the image is so clear in his head, but words are harder.

"I want. To. Kneel for you? So you can...get my feet, and my shoulders. May I, please?"

He can feel his own pulse throb and ache in his cock just for the asking.