You can beg if you want to. It sounds nice.

[But he doesn't want to stop, so he won't. There's a certain lack of experience in his movements, skill he hasn't built up yet, but no lack of confidence, and he's steady and self-assured when he slides Tristan's shirt off. He presses his face against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his skin and trailing his lips to his collarbone, where he bites down, hard.]