Rick gasped as the needle was touched once again. Why the fuck it felt so strangely nice. Pursing his lips he glared at Vincent, his gaze having some hard edge to it.
"No", he said firmly.

"You're lying again." Vincent said with a warning tone.

"Fuck off, will you? Does everything always need to be said so bluntly? I don't feel comfortable with it, get it into your thick head", he growled, his cheeks getting a bit more red through it.

"If you're not comfortable with telling me what works and doesn't for you, how am I supposed to know what to do without risking hurting you?" Vincent asked seriously.

"Well.. fine.. It does sound reasonable.. But I don't want to those needles...", he said stubbornly.

"Fine...then I won't use them anymore unless you ask." Vincent replied simply as he removed them carefully and he licked the wounds they'd left behind to heal them.

"Fine. Why do you need to be such an ass", he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Because you're stubborn." Vincent replied as he removed the bottle from Rick's ass and he tossed it aside, then he looked down at Rick again. "So...what about this?" Vincent asked as he rubbed the bulge from Rick's bladder.

"I .... mmmmmnhhhhh... I told you already..", he muttered, shaking softly as it was rubbed.

"Tell me again...so that I know." Vincent said softly, bending down so he could kiss the bulge. "Nice and loud...I want to hear it. You do that for me, and I'll treat you nicely."