Sean doesn't think he's ever wanted to talk so much in bed than he does right now, simply by virtue of not being able to. Still, he holds steady, slowly walking his fingers up her arm and along her shoulder, fingertips brushing her neck. Underneath the sheets, he continues apace, finding a steady rhythm that he adds to, bit by bit, almost in sync with his own increasing arousal. Hearing her like this, feeling her like this, it's like a drug, and Sean will never understand how he could hold out for so long, the risk of bodily harm to himself be damned.