[ His jeans are already becoming more of an obstruction than anything else, so he facilitates her maneuvering by lifting himself under her while she works. Not-so-subtle showing off of his abs there, shameless if only because he knows Jolyne is fine with it. ]

Fuck, don't remind me of his dolls. You think he puts faces of his students on them or something? Goddamn. Have a little faith, I'm not that bad.

[ Despite the topic of conversation, his voice pitches low and he hums them over a flushed collarbone, tracing the bumps and contours of Jolyne's skin with his lips in time to the hand working over her chest. There's anticipation for when her hands will slip under the waistband of his boxers, and he's milking it for all it's worth. ]