Tony doesn't find any more words between the moans for a while—perhaps thirty seconds—but when he does, they are compelling ones.

"I want," he gasps, "I want, God it's so good I don't care I'm sorry I teased you I want you to fuck me."

Granted that Obadiah has made Tony beg before, it has never been like this. He has been tense, strained, demanding, even frantic; he has never been so raw, so fearful, so incoherently desperate.