[ No, no it is not. But Yamato groans all the same, even as he slides down - by the time she reaches half way, the wet gagging sounds pick up and his monologue shifts a little, licking his lips with anticipation. He needed to distract himself, because aching really was a fair descriptor all things considered. So... ]

A---aaaah... I think the favorite would have some special-- rights. Not that I would limit- anything. I don't want to do that to anyone, I mean-- oh man. But some special - stuff. Requests, or gifts? But you're not bribed, s-so...

[ Apparently, he can't keep it cool, but he keeps that up as she gets to the base, and when she does, he moans outright, looking down at her to mutter out, ]

Oh, good, fuck that's good.