Then—

[ Whatever he was going to say instantly evaporates at the pressure on his leg. It takes enough self-restraint not to grind into it without that look on Shiro's face. It speaks volumes about how far gone they are, and it's somehow really attractive seeing him enjoy even that small bit of contact. God, this isn't fair. He's a hard a rock and he doesn't quite want to move, but he also feels like if they did do anything, it'd be over for him in literal seconds. Which... not exactly something he wants to show off. ]

... Are we sure you're not secretly a sadist trying to get me to beg for it?

[ It's supposed to be sarcastic, but the laugh that follows is weak at best. He means to pull himself up, but ends up sighing and slumping back into the bed. ]

Help me up? The intent's there, but the motivation isn't.

[ He offers a hand so that Shiro can use it as leverage. ]