That's something they should save for later: when they know each other's bodies better, maybe when Jesse has... acclimatized a little bit more. He's still coming off a year-plus dry spell for, like, regular human sex, and this is way more than that. He'd never last an hour today; he's almost amazed he's lasted this long at all, as powerful and consuming as this is.

"Fuck," he chokes, and then he finds himself out of further words as she takes over, and all he can do is try to move with her and try to hang on. With her hair out of reach he grabs onto her thighs, kneading as he rapidly approaches the edge-- and then digging his fingers in tight, tight, as he falls over it with a jerk and a loud, unhindered cry.