"Hmmh," he closes his eyes and groans, breathing out a shaky sigh. Ducking his head, he licks his upper lip and bites down before trying to dig his knees in and move where her hand wants to guide him to. He hisses and tenses up at first, pushing in deep and slow instead of eagerly making a dent in the floor, but with how easily and quickly he eases into it, it doesn't take him long to let go. It's not like she'd be under any illusion by now that he might be a gentleman.

Pinning her wrists down to the bed and leaning in low and close, he makes a muffled sound against her collarbone and bites down to stifle another moan before he interrupts himself with a low thump of the headboard against the wall. This he seems to prefer, at least for now, starting off vaguely on top where he has some semblance of control. Some room to tumble down low.