Laurence was doing his utmost to hold onto a small measure of composure. Yes, he was in a somewhat delicate position, yes, Granby was incredibly good at what he doing, yes, he had already committed himself quite fully to this thing. But none of that meant that he had to play the part of a complete wanton. Though the longer that Granby continued as he was, the closer he came.

"John." He looked down. The other man showed no signs of stopping. "I--" He shuddered, just barely resisting the urge to thrust forwards. "John," he repeated, having apparently lost coherent speech.