He swallows and nods, then lets his head fall back so it's leaning against the wall. A moment to collect himself, and he starts again, no deeper than before and about the same speed becuase he knows she can take that.

From the off, it's hard to control. All his body wants to do is give in and take her, but he can't. He can only groan with the sheer agony of restraint; the pleasure knotted up through every sinew, tangled with the tension of holding back. It's so hard to keep quiet. Right now, he can't even remember why he's supposed to, just that it's important foe some reason. So he bites his tongue, straining out every moan.




'...nearly...'