Jamie covers his mouth, trying to muffle the squeal that escapes him when Bashir pushes a pair of fingers into him. He pushes back urgently, trying to get them deeper. The penetration doesn't even take the edge off: it's not enough. Not when he knows what he needs.

His hand slides away from his face to grip the couch instead.

"Please," he whines. Maybe later he'll have the wherewithal to be embarrassed about his behavior, but right now he can only think of one thing. Being teased just makes it worse. He looks over his shoulder again, trying hard to focus.

"I need you in me--mm--" He moans and sinks against the couch when Bashir's fingers move just right. He gets tight around them.