"For you, I had imagined," he tells her, bent low as he is. He lets her legs drape down to his elbows, holds them so he does not fold her entirely in two as he leans to kiss, to taste her mouth and press his lips against her chin and cheek and brow. She clenches around him and his eyes flutter closed, a shivering sound turned laugh leave him against her mouth.

"And yes, I am," he confirms, his own need driving and distressingly hot, tight between his legs. The metal of the ring digs into him, a tight, blunt tether holding him right on that edge and allowing him no further. He swallows and snaps his hip forward in response, his thrust harder, more jarring, though still in time.

"Were I not, I...doubt I could make the request." He sounds just this side of strained but certainly not unhappy about it. No, he couldn't be unhappy about this.