It is a pleasure indeed - and her skin rubbing against his as she shifts, her teeth grazing his lip, her tongue teasing - that earns her better than a whisper of her name.

"Mmm, my Kreyu..."

That earns her a soft moan of it instead, between one of their breaks to pull in a bit of air into their lungs, settle down their bodies. He will be 'good', he knows he has to be... but he isn't going to turn down kissing her.