With anyone else at all there would be bite back (metaphorically) at being told that he shouldn't tease. But it's Squall. Squall who he has waited for so long. Who he never thought to have.

So he looks up when forced to, he meets those intense, stormy eyes, and swallows hard. Because, fuck, that tone. He could have served Squall forever if the other man had spoken to him like that before. All he gives in response for now, the only outward confirmation that he was acknowledging the order, was the tiniest nod of his head.

One hand, finally not shaking, raised to rest on a hip. To balance himself against Squall before leaning forward to lick at the tip of the cock waiting for his attention.