Jag got off on Val's hold on his hair, and it was partly that that had him lean forward, against the pull. Partly that, partly that he just wanted, so badly, to make Val lose it. Not that being denied that wasn't a turn-on in itself.

"Not as wicked as I'd like to be," he pointed out, a strain in his voice, a happy glint in his eyes, rolling his balls gently against his palm, thumb brushing at the soft skin right behind them, his gaze not wavering from Val's as he sat back on his heels.