He wanted to make her feel good. When she rocked harder against him, he curved his fingers higher, slipping past soft skin to slickness. He shuddered once, his arm around her tightening enough that his fingertips dug into muscle.

He gave the softest of groans at the first touch of her teeth, tacit permission for her to be rougher if she chose. That low down, he knew no one would see it even if all he wore was a tunic and not full armor.

He didn't know how much more of this he could take, the furtive breaths and moans, the two of them pressed tightly. He squirmed a little to ease the pressure from his breeches, laces pulled taut.