His groan starts somewhere around his toes - he hadn't even let himself imagine something like this, but here he is, his hands braced against the chilly tile, and there she is, and she is.... she is...

He's not even pretending to keep from moving. He can barely breathe right, never mind control anything else.

"Olga. Olga, I..." The desperate need is rising again, coiling up his spine, shutting down his brain, tightening his muscles, slowly breaking him to bits.