Hips jerked upward and forward, Wolfwood can only cling to her, fingers indented blue-purple bruises into her back while he shakes-shakes-shakes to the mercy of her hips, in a mimicry of their previous rhythm.

"Mmmm...sh-shut up...don't wanna hear that from yuh- you...and slow down before I-I..."

He circles his hips back, the sparks of nerves make his overstimulated body shudder, too much in so little time. He dips his head to bury his face in her hair, a shaky sob-sigh leaves his mouth.