He groans out again, his noise lost in hers, feeling almost spent with the effort of holding himself back. But she feels glorious, sounds glorious and he's not at all surprised to see some cleaning up happening in the front.

'Get me home, amigos,' he says, weakly, withdrawing his hand from her finally. Then he looks up at her face and sucks his fingers clean, the barest shine of sweat on his forehead.