"And you love it." Doesn't matter how happy that makes him, or how much it scares him, there's still a truckload of smug victory in his grin. A grin that fades pretty quickly as his eyes glide shut and heavy breathing becomes quiet moans. That whole 'touch me better than I touch myself' thing goes both ways.

He can tell FDR is trying to finish him off and he knows he doesn't stand a chance against that hand's expertise, but he doesn't mind one bit. But he stops what he's doing and rests his hand on FDR's hip, just to take a moment to enjoy before it's all too much and he spills with a bitten-back groan.

A moment to catch his breath after he's empty, and then he gets this... cocky god. damn. smirk before he licks his lips and vanishes down to lick clean the mess he's made all over FDR's dick and abdomen. He just can't resist the urge to one-up him on this.