He tries to get some leverage of his own, to push up into Alfie's hand as he speaks, gasps, moans against his neck.

"Some days-- some days I'm your pretty whore, all yours to use, but most-- aah, most days I'm just yours, good or bad, always helpless against what you want to do with me-" he has no idea how Alfie is this calm under him, when every word is a struggle.