[He makes a distressed sound around the man's fingers, and he does try to bite, not exactly surprised but still frustrated when he finds he can't. He doesn't have time to make a fuss over it, with the fingers in his mouth and the hand on his chest he feels like he might faint from pleasure, from want and need, trembling until he's barely managing to keep his feet on the floor, the holograms holding him up doing most of the actual work in keeping him from collapsing.

The whine he makes against the man's skin is obscene.]