( The sound that leaves him is a soft gasp against those lips there and he grips the curve of Wade's neck with a hand, brow pressing to his. Eyes are squeezed shut — his mind gently working to disable the discomfort he feels to the point of it being a little more bearable. He doesn't want to completely take it away. He wants to know what it feels like, just... not as bad. )

Definitely won't make me want to be on your lap again.

( Words wrapped within a soft chuckle, he nudges his brow to Wade's and presses both hands now to the slope of the other's neck, smile soft and warm. )

How about this? Me on top for a bit, then you flip me over and watch me take it from behind. That sound hot to you?

( There. Compromise. Both can get a little bit of what they want. )