"Fuck." That word was sharper, harsher and was probably paving the way for more noise, more words. He tugged at the sheets now, pulling the fabric up and using that grip to try and control himself, control his body.

He breathed heavily, walking that fine line between bottled up control and outright moaning and growling. He wasn't there yet but he was getting there and he loved that it felt so good on that path.