Hey, that wasn't... that was different. Totally different, and not something to bring up when things were going so well.

Those insistent fingers pressed harder, rubbing the rough canvas seam over delicate skin... as much as any part of Hakkai's physical self could be said to be delicate. "Gonna make me work for it, huh?" he laughed, chest shaking beneath Hakkai's head. "All right. Suppose that's fair."

And just like that his voice shifted, sliding down the scale to a sensual, rumbling bass. "I have t'admit, I kinda like it when you play hard t'get." The fingers on Hakkai's ass set up a driving rhythm then, down, and up. And down, and up. "So you go ahead and just keep on protestin'."