Tragos made a little 'heh' sound against her mouth as they kissed, unwilling to really think about the early times when she'd had to grab his hand and change what he was doing. Least he'd figured it out fast enough (the time in the hallway at the Hawaiian hotel was still near the top of the spank bank) though tonight wasn't the same, wasn't as intense - or, it was intense for different reasons. He was way more in his head than usual, maybe so was she. As much as he tried to bury every bad thought about death and less, he couldn't. Maybe he'd run outta room. Graveyard in his head was full.
He still kissed her, though. There was an edge of desperation to it, a need to be so much closer to her, maybe that would help. His dick certainly though it would. "I want you," he rumbled against her neck, kissing her flushed skin. "I wanna be inside you - is that - will it hurt?"