It doesn't take him very long to catch up, especially with a response like that (her arching around him, slick and tense and shuddering so vehemently), her cry loud enough to stay ringing in his ears in his head at the edges of his skull reverberating back down through his bones and ribs and spine and--

He pulls away and out of her before he arrives ('no need to complicate things' is one thought that stands out through the haze) but his finish leaves him no less out of breath, voice momentarily choked on a sound he doesn't want to let out.

Eventually he sighs, though, happily leaning back down and nuzzling at her neck, leaving more kisses. Mm, he liked that one... and the scratches at his back are healing up without so much as a smear of blood left to show for it.