If asked Taylor will say he didn't whine at the rasp of David's tongue. He doesn't WHINE. He. Moans in an erotic fashion. But he does in fact whine a little, head lolling back as he sucks in a shaky breath. The hands still cradling David's face smooth back through his hair, petting along his scalp. Guiding, encouraging- never holding. Never any semblance of restraint, ever.