Kreyu manages to get him to do something he will never admit (not that he feels any shame when it comes to his bedroom habits) to ever doing with another partner:

He begs.

Whines, desperately, his hips rising to press closer to her. Fisting his hands into the blanket beneath them, he forces his lungs to expand in his chest.

"More--.

He has to break her gaze, has to look away, focusing his vision to the ceiling - but it doesn't matter because he doesn't need to see her with his eyes to feel what she is doing to his body, how her mouth and hands are moving on him.

"Please. Please, more."