There's a catch in his breath when he looks at York and he knows he didn't stifle it nearly well enough for York to miss. Fuck. He has to be better. He can't afford to be this off balance just because they fucked a couple of times.

Fine. Play it that way. He steps up close, presses hard against York's back, hands sliding down over York's hips and thighs. "Is that what you want? Starting to think you'd enjoy it, being locked up here just waiting for me or Carolina to pay you some attention."