"You're hard, aren't you?" he purrs. "I know you want relief. You can wait."

He has been so very good, and Iago intends on rewarding him for it. But right now, he's focused on how good Ethan's tongue feels, and how perfect he looks. Instead of grabbing his hair, the back of his head, like he wants, he strokes his hair absently as he lets himself go, groaning with erratic little movements into his mouth.