Mm. That's fair. I can't expect you to read my mind.

[Painstakingly slowly, he begins to release the pressure around the base of Abbacchio's cock, until his grip is loose enough that he can begin teasing him with slow strokes instead.]

What were you saying about getting my dick where I want it?

[His fingers tease around the head of Abbacchio's cock, flicking at the ridge.]

Let's practice doing as you're told. I'm going to wash your hair, so get down onto your knees. And open your mouth.