His laugh comes low and lost, but could be he eases a bit to feel the weight of the other man pressing the mattress down.

"Now that's a hell of a question," he chuckles, and he almost sounds amused. Glancing over at Desire, he grins, without humor.

"Ain't like I ever got fuck-all, whether I wanted it or not." His pulse is racign and thready in his throat, and though he's keeping his voice steady, there's a distinct rasp of breath beneath it. His shoulders remain tense and hunched.