Martin is perfectly willing to beg. He's not 100% sure on the specifics of what he's begging for but more of this now please yes.

"Please, yes! Anything, please just more!"

Izzy's wolfish grin splits into a dark chuckle.

"Greedy boy, ain't he?" He remarks to Kaidy. "And he's got to- Be. More. Specific!"

He punctuates his words with a series of quick pinches to Martin's inner thigh, belly, and finally to his other nipple which is probably feeling left out by now.

Martin lets out a squeal at each tiny burst of pain.

"Now.. What do you want?" Izzy asks, soothing his hand back from Martin's nipple, across his soft belly and down to take hold of his cock again.

His words are heavy, and his eyes burn darkly into Martin's.

Martin's words pour out of him in a flood. "Your mouth. Oh fuck! I want your mouth on me Izzy pleeease!"

Izzy chuckles again.

"Good boy." He drops a kiss onto the head of Martin's dick. Martin whines, though whether it's Izzy's words or the touch of his lips that sets Martin off is unclear. (As Kaidy has long since figured out, Martin does love to be good.)

"And good boys get rewards."

The threat-promise-warning rumble in Izzy's voice sends shivers of the best possible kind down Martin's spine.