He's wanted it badly enough that he's breathless and squirming quickly, pushing into Laurence's hand. It's a familiar scenario, clothes pushed out of the way rather than stripped off, speed rather than lingering.

But, God, he wants to linger.

"Will," he mumbles, lips grazing against Laurence's mouth. "I want you..." he stumbles over it. "Slow down. Please. I want you to..." He bites his lip. "I'd like to feel you. Please."