God dammit.. [ The refusal makes him stubbornly attempt not to react to her, quashing any noises he wants to make, ignoring that he wants to squirm away from her hand when it reaches ticklish areas, trying to keep his breath from sounding as uneven as it is. He might not have actually been asking with the words themselves, but everything about how he said them felt like a request, and the refusal to see it as such is immediately irritating.

But he wants, and that's a pretty hard thing to overcome as well. Two things he's remarkably stubborn about, sort of fighting against each other - it's all very complicated. ] What do you want me to say? I need - I need you to please keep.. Going, please, it's so much, and just, whatever you want, okay.