JJ appreciated it, and he was keen to let Yuri know that he did. The moan he let out when Yuri started to stroke him, fell apart into almost a purr. His arms immediately relaxed. He could hear tell tale signs of the shirt caving the pressure of his tugs, and his own wrists were getting tired and sore from his body reacting to the frustration he was feeling.

He tried to keep his hips from moving and reacting, but he shifted them a little. His eyes locked shut. When he felt that kiss, his lips parted, gasping a little.

"Yuri," a mumble. He told himself he'd stick to the other's name. He wouldn't use any French or nicknames. He'd at least wait until he wasn't tied up.