Sweeney winces, but the pleasure of the act ripples down and forces up a shove of his hips. To feel her legs so tight is inviting. Her touch on his scalp makes him shiver and attempt to lean into her hand.

"Arís." He purrs the word passed his clenched teeth. "Níos mó."

His hand presses more firmly against the back of her head, as if to nudge her without smashing her against him.