[Gets him going doesn't even begin to start. What it does to Matt is a tangled, complicated mess of hormones that's better left unexamined. He moans and nods,] Wish I could take it off for you, too, [Fighting against the push, bucking Ghoul's dominance and trying to see just how far he could get in this powerplay. He likes it, the submission drives him mad, if only because it feels so good to snap and bite and snarl and fight against it.

Ghoul breaks contact and it slaps him in the face. Just how much he wants and needs this hits him, hard, and he licks his lips and doesn't even think before walking toward him. Like a drunk, he stumbles over to sit on the bed, follows his order] What're you going to do to me, love? Tell me what you want, how you want me, anything - Everything - [He squirms, running his palms across his thighs. Anxious. Impatient.]