[It's not hard to coax noises from him, at this point; he's making soft sounds near constantly, small whimpers that come with his breath]

[The hand on her breast squeezes, softly, feathers whisper-smooth across her skin. His hips rub up against her with an air of desperation, chasing something that's just out of reach]

X-Xia. G-god, I -

[His voice breaks on a gasp, before he can finish that sentence]