His tongue comes out to lick that hand teasingly once it is over his mouth, sliding across that palm before retreating back inside his mouth. Even during moments like these his mouth knows how to play.

His body rocks with those thrusts, finally able to enjoy the full intensity of their love making. The passion he feels flowing through them both, doubled by the bond. His moans starting to flow more freely since his mouth isn't allowed to form words.

his hands grip at the bedding beneath him, needing something to hold onto as those thrusts fill his body and satisfy that hunger.