Ryan nodded frantically, without hesitation, tears already beading at the corners of his eyes at how his entire body did nothing but crave the skin-on-skin, the thrust, just anything shatter the release his body demanded.
"Good," Adrian remarked, delivering a single slow stroke over the shaft of Ryan's length. It was a light motion, almost a ghost of a touch, yet it sent a wrenching, violent shudder through Ryan with relief and anticipation crashing into him.
"The first question, Ryan," Adrian murmured, leaning in to his ear, and his teeth slightly nipping at it. "In all the times we've fucked, which was your best? Which did you get the most ecstasy from?"
Ryan's head rolled backwards against Adrian's shoulders, his breath flowing in shallow whimpers as the heat of Adrian's chest pressed against his spine. It felt like a solid wall of muscle offering no room for an escape from the physical torment or the blunt question.
