[ If the wandering hands weren't already doing funny things to his insides, the soft 'please' coils them up tighter than he can stand and he tips his head back for Church (and isn't it funny, that he did this for you, that he squirmed just like this for you are you really keeping score wash), and doesn't answer, almost glaring at him instead before turning his head, presenting the side of his throat.
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Church already knew his response, after all. ]