He's a little bit of an idiot, but not when it comes to getting what he wants. And boy, does he want this. Months of scraping by on the barest amounts of human contact, when sex was compromising and impossible to come by have left him with hungers and desires he'd thought were insatiable. Porrim, as it happens, seems to encompass those desires thoroughly. She's hot, she's exciting and she's interested in a detached way that drives him crazy.

Speaking of crazy, the way she tightens and shifts against him is enough to draw a wobbly sort of groan from him. It's not a cool sound, it's an unhinged and needy noise. It feels like his hips can't move any faster and he's greedily taking all he can get, picking up on her competitive vibe.

"C'mon, sugar." He huffs encouragingly, hands kneading against her to help with the stimulation. He pinches and flicks at a nipple, pressing kisses to her jawline as he does.