[ Even if she's prepared, even if she's expecting the hot spill of his release between them, she still isn't used to seeing him this way - how his voice and his breath both stutter, the way he shudders against her, the way he twitches in her touch even when he's finally done. Her fingers are a sticky, slippery mess and her breathing is as unsteady and shaky as his, but the sight of him coming undone under her touch is worth it. ]

Ahah. I probably shouldn't have bothered with a bath before bed. You've made such a mess.

[ Her voice is honey sweet with approval and as she speaks, her fingers slowly slide up and off him, sticky and slick with his release. The same thought surfaces in her head, too - if we were doing this properly, would it make such a mess? - but she quashes it before it can take root. Even if both of them are thinking about it, they also both know full well why they shouldn't even try. ]

... it's the second time, and you're still letting out so much. [ There's a little catch in her voice. ] Twice... is twice even enough for you?