He shouldn't have protested so, and now he could only steel himself, for as much good as that would do, against the oncoming and constant usage of that word. Until it would inevitably wear down what remained of his defenses, and become synonymous with his position.

Hands over his waist, fingers above his hardening cock which felt as if it'd gotten barely an hour without stimulation these past two days. What would happen if he said yes? The same if he refused? What good would disagreeing even be now? And yet... Even now, knowing how pointless an argument would be, core personality was still core personality. He couldn't make it so easy, he couldn't admit to something like that so readily. There was nothing even left to defend of his honor at this point and yet here he was, still clambering for scraps of it, as if unable to swallow back the words; "Take of me what you will, I've shamed myself enough these past few hours for your lust. I won't give you more."

It was spoken in spite of his hand upon his cock, indeed at the other man's behest, utterly contrary to the motions he made. No matter what excuse he could concoct for it, they'd all be a lie at this point.