"I know you do. And you do it well." Lest they ever doubt that.

A wicked grin curls on his lips pressed to the side of their neck. He wondered how long it would be until they called him out. It's a tug-of-war he never tires of.

"Are you saying you would like me to add a second finger?" he answers playfully--no hint of shame. But he does finally show some mercy, pressing the heel of his palm up and down against them.

"I do love when you put me in my place."