"Alright." He does try to be a gentleman, at least nowadays, and her permission makes him far more comfortable. He slips his fingers into her hair, close to the scalp, a loose touch that's more of a steadying than a gripping. He trusts her to tell him if he pulls too hard on accident.

A deep, unrestrained growl resonates in his chest when she takes him in her mouth again, stroking with those deft fingers what she cannot fit.