Ankyra Sound you're appealing to emotions that i simply do not have

He can't help the soft noises escaping him under Midar's gentle ministrations, ears flushing further with embarrassed heat at each small gasp and whimper that slips from him. Underneath the desire clouding his mind like thick winter fog, there is a brewing tension; something ugly and out of place here, something that threatens to swallow him whole. Anxiety prickles at the edges of his thoughts, begging him to listen to the feeling and stop now. He doesn't, of course.
Instead he turns with a low, throaty whine at his lover's prompting, glancing back over his shoulder with vulnerability written into his features. I need you, He murmurs, lying — but it's a necessary lie, isn't it? Some part of him knows this isn't what he wants, nor what he needs; but it's what Midar wants, and that may as well be the same thing. At least, that's what he tells himself.