The quiet moan he emits is more for her benefit than an inability to keep it to himself. The speed of her hand suggests that she isn't planning to take him herself just yet. Frustrating though it is, he shuts his eyes and continues to hold still as the fire in his groin builds anew.

"I enjoyed it," he whispers between laboured breaths. "When I couldn't have you until your say-so, even though I wanted you... For a little while, I felt something past all the pain. And I know how it arouses you to see me in such a wanton state, too. You ache even now...do you not?"

He lets out a breathy laugh that ends with a cut-off whimper. The muscles in his stomach tighten, heralding the orgasm to come. "Imagine: this mighty Ascian, sorcerer of eld, flushed and wanting for a mere mortal. Though she rides him until her own pleasure is spent, he can do naught but watch and wait and want--"

Suddenly he lets out a soft cry and jolts into her hand. Once again, more of a mess made upon her couch to add to that already drying on his skin.

Yet he still wants more.