In another circumstance, Allumin would adore the teasing, and on some level he does still enjoy it. However, it's never proper form to let someone else steal control away from you in these situations and therefore it is a... punishable offense.

The sound that comes from Allumin at Benedict's touch is somewhere between a snarl and a moan, coming moments before the elf releases the hold of his jaw on Benedict's throat to bring himself upright enough for what comes next. Allumin, after grabbing his hand by the wrist and pulling it away to pin forcefully a moment over his head, hooks his arms under the man's knees and pulls them up to rest upon his own shoulders. Then, he grinds against Benedict's ass.

"What did I say about patience?" is the stern reminder he makes, fingers digging deep into Benedict's thighs as he holds his legs in place.