As distractions went, that ranked pretty highly. He groaned aloud, both hands in her hair now, his hips bucking a little against her, and any thoughts of pain and war driven out for the time being in favour of the waves of pleasure she was sending through him. Later, looking back on it, he would be impressed by just how fast and easily she had learnt his sweet spots. For now, that level of cogent thought was just a little bit beyond him.

Even with how recently he had come, it was only a few moments before he was gasping, his fingers tight in her hair, his eyes closed. "Fuck!" he ground out through his teeth, and spilt out into her mouth, his back arching. "Fuck," he repeated a moment later, falling back against the mattress, and let out a little huff that might have been a laugh. "Thankee, sai."