He's of a mind to let go of Alex's dick, leave him bobbing. "You hurt me," he says. It sounds amused enough to be mistaken for a joke. "I'm a good Christian, for what it's worth. A good theologian, too."

Make me hit and choke you, why don't you. Eyes narrowed, he peers down his nose at Alex. Alex who's too close, all eyelashes and brows and bruised, mottled skin that could do with a good night's sleep and a dab of almond oil.

He doesn't miss the feeble, indecisive clutching and flicks against a fingernail against the tip of Alex's cock. "I'm not wrong," he hisses, evading the bite. "If there's a Satan round here, it's you."