"Hell yes I'm gonna," Wesley laughs and it's shaky and rough and intimate, breathless with anticipation. He lets out a whine when Dominic pulls his fingers out, feeling suddenly empty and hollow.

He leaves the positioning and angling to Dominic, pulling up his hand to rub it against Dominic's chest, his shoulder, his neck and finally his jawline, holding on there like he were an anchor and Wesley were a boat on a stormy sea.

"You're gonna take that damn ass like it belongs to you," he says with a shaky burst of laughter and then rolls his lip between his teeth as he looks up at Dominic - it kind of does belong to Dominic already. "Come on, baby."