His hard breaths start to turn into moans, quiet but undeniable. His eyes close, and his head falls back, making him feel like the pleasure is coming from further away.

'Yeah.'

His voice cracks, and the hand on her arse jerks, and moves to cover hers.

'Yeah, I think I can. Oh Christ, do it here...'

His fingers press hers tightly, making her index finger push right up under the crown. His thumb swipes across the swollen head, and he cries out softly. He's still, feeling the thrumming of his nerves and the way his balls have started to ache. But he can't stay like that. He has to move, and rocks into her grip, concentrating hard. His hand falls away, and curls around his swollen sac.

'Faster, sweet'eart.'