His breath catches in his throat at the feel of her hand torturing him; lets out a moan at the feel of her mouth. For a second, he grapples with himself about taking her right now but no, he wants to do this right.

'...come on. Clean up. Food.'

It comes out husky, dark with need. But he'll hold himself back and his hands drop away from her because he doesn't trust himself and he wants to make it last.