[ Normally, despite himself, he does try to take his time- while he tends to about it in a transactional manner, it's far better to enjoy at least some of it, and there's nary any enjoyment in rushing to the finish line so fast. Regrettably, he feels nothing but painfully restless, the irritation spurring him to pull at everything currently in his way.

There is hardly anything methodical in the way his fingers tug and yank once the opportunity is given, going with the subtle shift to better ease the removal of their clothes as quick as practiced hands will allow. There is no playful fiddling with laces and exploratory skimming of fingertips, reserved for people on far more businesslike yet friendly terms- just a race to feel warm flesh on flesh.

But- ah. Not lying, apparently. ]

You act as if I've the time to critique you, as it would likely take far too long.

[ A lot of bite for a guy trying not to regard the cock pressing into his stomach too much, but he's not the type to be easily impressed, anyway, especially as his fingers shift to dig tight into the flesh of Mishka's shoulders. There's no need to address the low heat curling in his gut at the thought already.

Adelis does notice the off-kilter reach, but is prevented from commenting on it at the question, which has his gaze snapping back to Mishka as his glare returns with a vengeance. ]

You've a rotted brain if you think I'll let you stick anything in me without, regardless of how lackluster I'm sure it'll be.

[ A slut, he is not!! And not stupid, either- some is better than none, especially in this instance, although he's equally impatient enough that just a little will suffice. He's hardly a coward, and he can adjust well enough, or so he tells himself. ]