He whimpers at the fingering. It's so good and yet it's barely anything at all.

"Nate, Nathaniel, love, what do I say for you fucking me, Nate?" The begging isn't likely to have an effect, but he's trying anyway. The worst that can happen is Nate keeps fingering him. The best, well. It's obvious what the best would be. "Or more fingers, Nate, please."

Begging is a thrill of its own, though most of the time it's accompanied by someone listening and giving what he's begging for. He's not certain Nate will this time, and it's a delicious uncertainty.