"Hmm," Justin hums, his hands sliding down along Monty's shoulders, past their elbows to their wrists, pinning them down briefly to the bed, fingers wrapped tight around them, just enough to hurt a little bit, just enough to be impossible to ignore, the implication obvious. "I thought you might." He leans in close, his still-clothed body radiating warmth, covering Monty's skin, to whisper in their ear: "I wonder what else you might like, if you were willing to give yourself over to me completely, let me learn every last bit of you, inside and out, so I can take you apart and put you back together. Would you let me do that, Monty? Let me unearth every single hidden part of you, all your secret, selfish, guilty pleasures and imaginings, bring you exquisite pain and incomparable joy, remake you until every part of you pleases me?"