His retort is cut off by the warmth of Aedan's mouth against his balls- a much better use for it in his opinion. His fingers tighten in his hair and he shifts his stance a little wider to give him more room. It's unspoken encouragement that offsets his complaining when he finds his voice again.

"To the void with your pet names," he growls, angling his hips and pulling at Aedan's hair to keep him going.