He wanted that too, and in this moment Much wanted it more than anything, more than safety, more than breathing, and definitely a hell of a lot more than he wanted to hold onto any element of self respect. It didn't matter, the craving was so strong, there were only two things on his mind; the different ways to thrust and grind against her body, and the fear that whatever he did, it wasn't going to happen anyway.
He whimpered desperately as she pleaded in his ear, driving faster and faster, closer and closer with an "oh fuck, oh fuck, oh god please-" that descended into wordless, breathless sounds. His heart was going so fast he could feel it racing like his whole chest was pulsing, he thought it might burst and the only part that scared him was that it might happen before he came-
And then he did, and it was everything. Much tried to bite down on his screams and whimpers but there was no fighting it, the feeling was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and it lasted and lasted and oh - oh oh fuck, she was a miracle. Nothing else but a beautiful, beautiful miracle on her back on the bed before him, and Much clenched a tight fist in the sheets beside her head, looking down at her in wonder, and awe, as his struggling lungs gasped to keep up.