He knows, but he also knows there's truth to it - he's an asshole. It's his thing. He can deal with it.

But that gasp... begging for more. Christ that's enough to drive him up the wall. More than the small whimpers from another bed, more than watching his eyelashes flutter and body rocking against the squeaky springs every damn cot seemed to have.

His fingers tightened, coupling with another rough swallow before pulling himself back up on top of him, kissing him hard.

"Fuck me," he murmured, almost a curse with stone-serious eyes. "Please?"