He's so used to being the one who holds on too long, too tight -- it doesn't even occur to him that David could be concerned he wouldn't, not in the middle of things like this, not with the alcohol making his thoughts narrow. It's good he doesn't know he's hit something unwelcome tonight. He might well recoil and have trouble coming back -- but it will be important to clear those things some other time.

Tonight he grins at being indulged. "Your threats are as pretty as your promises," he says, and he wriggles more. Not enough to really get away, but enough to disrupt, enough to need to be managed.

Because he wants this too. Hasn't felt this much desire in a long time. He loves it. And he's a little scared of it, scared that if he indulges much further he's not going to be able to stop himself. He'll be entirely at David's mercy, and that's a position that hasn't served him well in prior dynamics.

But he wants it and his will to resist it is fading with every request met and sound uttered and beautiful moment in David's warm arms.