[ He's pretty sure that if she's walking around with no panties on, there's one main benefit for the both of them, but he guesses he won't argue with that too much.

Besides, he's very stoic. Very demure, very in control.

She's a menace, as usual. Working herself up against him, clawing gently at his back. It's hard to ignore where this is inevitably going to go, his cock swelling inside of her and getting dangerous stiff now that his refractory period is ticking away. She brings it out of him, too, which is surely purely physical and nothing else to worry about. ]

And here I remember you being the one practically in a coma. [ He presses his hips more firmly against her, mouthing at her neck between his words and teasing her with his teeth. ] Then again, I guess you wouldn't remember, would you?

[ Sure, that's the truth of it. He huffs out a soft breath as her insides tense around him, wet and warm and the noises bordering on obscene. He likes that, too. He unfortunately likes everything about having sex with her. Even, sometimes, her relentless mouthiness. ]