He half-growls half-chuckles into the hungry kiss, and presses his cheek to his, panting against his skin with each buck of his hips. There may be no magic lacing Sinric's words, but his voice is just as enchanting without it, every part of him just as desirable.

He also starts to tremble, his thighs straining though he wants to keep going. He'll keep going until he falls apart and brings Sinric with him.