[Poggio]

It was hard enough to breath with out the man sitting on him. Avery hated to admit it but the mans teasing touches were driving him wild. He lifted his head enough to look at the man, still wanting to refuse him for as long as he could. He was not the only one that could tease. With some effort Avery lifted himself up far enough that the man slid off his chest and on to his lap. The man still smelled like the same drug that had been injected to him. He bucked his hips a little into the man. It provided him enough relief that he simply smirked at the coyote's offer, spitting in his face. “I don't want your fucking help.” He said evenly. He was determined to find another way out of this other then submitting to the man.