In truth, he's been freely given very little in his life so when what he wants is offered, he does take it greedily. Attention, approval, and any twisted proxy of affection he can find. The eyes on him make him feel wanted and admired, even if it's only fleeting and even if anyone else in his position would receive the same looks. He's very much of a 'take what you can get' mentality and this is more than he's used to.

A slight groan passes his lips as the third finger pushes in before he's entirely ready. It burns and aches, but even the pain is taken in eagerly. It mixes with the pleasure zinging across his senses and makes every small touch feel that much more intense. His hips want to roll, but he stops the motion almost as it starts when he hears the chain shift on his chest. Damn it. So difficult to just lay still.

His skin flushes more deeply red when he feels that nudge, but he doesn't resist it. His legs part more, spreading himself out for the eyes he can feel but not see. There's a touch of shame, but mostly arousal in his reddening color.

"Isn't that the idea?" he answers, not sure if he's supposed to. He hasn't been told not to speak yet.