He works my neck over until I'm quivering against him, clutching lightly at him to maintain some sense that I can still stand. Still have control over my own body. It's when his hand presses suggestively at the crack of my ass that I just fucking give in and lean into him proper, almost growling at the suggestion.

"Basco..." My voice is rough and heavy, and I clear my throat a little to make it stronger, a bit louder. Not that I have anything else to say, but just in case he wants words.

I tug at him, and back up as I do, not wanting to pull away from him, just wanting him to move us to the damn bed already.

And maybe undress me since my arm is still vaguely bleeding under the bandage and I don't think I can manage my own pants right now.