Her moan is met with a startled, strangled shout, the vibrations causing already hypersensitive nerves to jangle and scramble what's left of his functioning grey matter. One hand he keeps splayed on the wall, if only to keep himself from falling over in an undignified (and unsatisfied) heap, shifting the other to wrap around the fingers of that talented, long-healed hand.

His movements have become just that bit more erratic, his breath shortening to sharp, almost-pained gasps. He could, when in a more sober environment, explain the science behind this, why and how the human body becomes so focused in these moments, what drives it to this point time and again.

Right now, that much thinking is beyond him.

"Darlin'" He grits out, as he feels the world shutting down in a blaze of fire and steam.