That last swipe of the Dominant's hand catches Hakkyuu at an odd angle, internally though, not physically, as grabs hold of the start of a cry, constricts and arrests it and folds it down into teeth-gritted breath.

He slides a glance back with a slight rotation of his head, trying again to catch sight of the other man even briefly in his peripheral vision before breathing out a short snort through his nose, the noise close to a chuckle.

"You won't find someone," he hisses back softly, knowing this isn't really the space for extended chatter and not even sure he'd care to elaborate on the point if asked.

Shifting his weight slightly on his arms and feeling the sweat that's gathering on his skin slip down across the contours of his body, Hakkyuu looks forward again with a steadying breath.

"You wanna finish up quick? Fine, you go right ahead, but don't come at it like it's some sorta mercy act for my sake. Give them the finisher they want to see."

Once more, he glances back, this time chancing a more fully rounded turn that includes a shift in his shoulders to try and look the older man in the eye.

"Either you've got me or you don't. Which is it?"