"It counts. Then you'll hear it if that pleases you." There's a deep groan, almost a growl in the back of his throat. More than anything, he wanted to grind against him, to get the feel of him, "I badly want you. I wanted you for years." He whines.

"That's good..." He writhes against him, grinding slowly, wanting any semblance of friction, his body tense the more he touches him, but denying him the pleasure that he seeks. "A-chen, please. I want that. I want everything."