[There's certainly no time for thought towards potential scratches now, though he does keep from pushing forward or trying to choke her; he hadn't lived this long without developing restraint. Possibly too much restraint, perhaps; showing even this much response to her felt like a risk, and he'd probably be quite resentful if he knew she got a sense of power from it.
But though he likely could've waited for a bit longer, the firmness and consistency of Irhya's motions are an encouragement otherwise, and with nothing to gain from holding off, is willing enough to let her drag him over the edge. And when it finally occurs, his release is near-silent, eyes tightly shut, breath held as it shudders through him. And for a few seconds, he doesn't think of anything at all, aware of only his pulse, and a dim sense of relief.]
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But though he likely could've waited for a bit longer, the firmness and consistency of Irhya's motions are an encouragement otherwise, and with nothing to gain from holding off, is willing enough to let her drag him over the edge. And when it finally occurs, his release is near-silent, eyes tightly shut, breath held as it shudders through him. And for a few seconds, he doesn't think of anything at all, aware of only his pulse, and a dim sense of relief.]