Sean's laugh dies in his throat, trailing off into a moan at the tug of her teeth, though his grin doesn't fade. Moving his hand from her thigh, he slides it between their bodies, hooking his fingers underneath the front of her panties and pulling them over to the side. "What c'n I say, 'm good at playin' dirty," he says, his voice just a low rumble at this point. It certainly helps that she can meet him point for point in that regard.