'Shhh,' Unthank breathes, crowding further into Johnny's space, gradual as an advancing tide, until stomach and chest and hips are lined up against him, craning down to murmur wetly against his ear. 'Don't fret. I've got you.'

The words are a parody of comfort, and his hand strokes insinuatingly up to alight, again, at Johnny's neck. The pulse is racing fit for Johnny's heart to burst, if this were his physical body, and Doctor Unthank leans further to taste the pulsepoint just under his ear, paper-thin skin and bird-bones beneath, and hums softly with the sheer, indulgent pleasure of it.

'Ask,' he says. Commands. 'Tell me what you want, hmm? Give it words, and I'll give it you, with pleasure.' Whiskers bristle against Johnny's neck as he smiles again, drawing back to brush his open mouth over Johnny's, damp skin catching for only a moment, before there's nothing more than breath between them. He looks down at him with hooded eyes.

'And if you're good... hmm, I think I'll have you suck me after.'