"F-ffuck," Johnny hisses, squirming now like the undignified little mess he is, every merciless twist and pull on his nipple sending jolts of arousal straight to his cock, god he had no idea he was this fucking easy, has he always been like this? - Niall draws him in with it, and Johnny finds himself so eager, desperate to do this with someone he never would have come close to considering before Gabe had awakened this curiosity in him, in ways he's always considered without ever having done. He feels vile and disgusting, but with that an intense desire to be compressed and unmade, blotted out even for a few moments. He presses willingly against the tall stranger's body, cock already hard against the cruelly tight denim of his jeans, and he whines softly when the request is made, punctuated with that mouth.

"Ah-" he groans, startled by the sting of facial hair. "It - I-"

It's not fair. How does Niall expect him to talk in this state? He rolls his hips forward, a little dare, testing the waters. How much will he be allowed? How badly does this man want his answer, and what will he do to get it?