Lindsey made another low whine when he realized his plan had failed. It seemed like such a spectacular plan too, though he doubt he could come up better with how all his blood had traveled southwards.

"Gabriel," he called, lowering his voice into a light whining but insistent tone. "I'm sure there are studies that say prolonged erections are bad for the owner. You don't want anything bad to happen to me, do you?" He wiggled a little in what was hopefully an enticing manner.