It wasn't about making him submit, just making him lose his mind with pleasure. He sat back on his heels, watching for a moment, the heat in his eyes enough to melt any amount of ice.

"Hey. I have plans for that," he objected, as Len's hips began to rock up into his fist. "Why do you think I didn't let you get off in the first place? Of course, if you'd rather finish yourself, I guess I could just go hit the showers."