Hank sucks in a breath through his teeth when Alivian says ‘harder.’ And ‘please,’ both of which push so many buttons for Hank that his head is left spinning for a second.

But he needs to focus. Focus.

“Just figured it might be easier to get them on if you were, y’know.” He tightens his fingers around Alivian’s nipple, not quite pinching but rolling between his fingertips. “If you were hard.”

Now Hank is tugging a little, because god, he cannot help himself. Reaching for one of those damn clamps in his pocket, almost dropping it before he manages to raise it to Alivian’s chest. Squeezing it so the ends part just enough for him to slide onto Alivian’s nipple.

“How’s that?” His face is hot, scalding, as he brushes his thumb against the now clamped nipple. All pretty with its dangling jewel.