A few years ago, Tommy would have had no problem talking filth into someone's ear as he fucked them, would have been fine looking them in the eye and knowing what his words were doing to them. But Alfie humbles him, Alfie towers over him, makes him feel wanted and safe and a little young. He is far from inexperienced, but now he has to lean forward in Alfie's lap, press his cheek against his so he can whisper in his ear, before the words can come.

"You tell me how good I'm taking your cock, how lovely I look with my mouth on you. You tell me if I'm good for you, if I stay quiet or if I stay in my knees or if I don't touch myself you'll make me yours completely." He drags his mouth over Alfie's neck, rolls his hips.

"When I've had a hard day, and I'm missing you to my core, I imagine you tie me down, call me a name one minute and tell me you love me the next. Tell me you'll take care of me just the way I need it."