How dare you. [Both his tone and his expression are horribly fond. He rolls his hips pointedly, and at that little hiccup of sound his smile becomes nearly predatory.] I'm tilling it, to make sure it's well and ready for the garden it's about to become.

[A beat, and he wheezes out a laugh and curls forward to catch his lips.] No, okay, enough weird analogies to you being a field, I'm just gonna fuck you silly, yeah? [One hand moves from his hip to curve around the swell of his ass, squeezing and kneading his way to sliding a finger along the cleft through his boxers.]