[ It's the please that gets him, the overwhelming feeling of doing well, of being needed, of bringing pleasure to another person and he can't keep the ragged, desperate groan from spilling out against her lips. Shit, shit, shit. He's so close. He's so close he can barely stand it but she's not done so he can't, he can't-
He can't hold on any longer, that's what he can't. Eyes squeezed shut against the oncoming orgasm he thrusts hard and deep within her, motions soon dissolving into erratic jerks and trembles. Ah, fuck. ]