If it wasn't one thing, it was another. Her hand felt just as good and talented and excellent. He was starting to tremble noticeably from the pressure they were inviting, and made a cut-off sound of annoyance and disappointment when she pulled away. It was mollified by the hand in his hair and he tilted in toward that instead to help keep himself from begging for more.

"Mm," he answered. It wasn't much, but it was a positive noise, and all he could make unless he started to ask for them to do something.