[he groans with feeling when Noel says his name like that, eyes squeezing shut in spite of himself, only to snap open again like he can't bear to not be looking at Noel for more than a moment.]

Don't stop.

[there's desperation, there, less visible on his face than it is audible in his voice, but noticeable, slipping past what of himself he's keeping close to his chest even now.]