Somehow, hearing Johnny says those words makes Michael even harder, a feat that he was positive was impossible until it happens. He bucks up, fucking himself into the fist and letting out a loud, ringing moan.

"Oh god, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck," Michael groans, reluctantly tearing away from Johnny. He closes his eyes, head pressed into the pillow. "God, more, need just-- something--"

Fuck, he can't think.