Ares' POV
Thomas whines again trying to push back into my hold, but I grip him by the neck and push him into the cold tile, careful of his dick straining between his legs.
"Didn't we just talk about communication, kitten?" I ask him stepping forward enough to run my nose along his pretty neck, but keeping my body away from his.
"Yes, sir." He says, breathless and confused as he tries to focused his muddled mind.
"Mmm." I answer before pulling back roughly so that I can turn his head and find his eyes. "Well you didn't communicate your need to cum, did you?" I ask teasingly, ignoring the way my aching cock is dripping cum onto the already wet floor.
He shakes his head slowly.
"I guess that means you didn't really want to cum." I say, shaking my head in mock disappointment. His eyes widen, and I watch carefully to make sure I'm not going to far, but the way his eyes darken tell me I'm not.
