His back and head hitting the table, joined a few seconds later by the odd not-pain feeling of the edges of his life being pulled away, were just more sensation added to the pile, all blending into a fantastic thought-destroying mass. Little pains, yes, but also the heat and pleasure of a very willing body pressed against him, an eager mouth exploring his. Letting his own hands explore and learn the curves of the other, where a scrape of fingernails would result in their joined mouths turning vicious and where that same scrape ended in a more intense slide of her body against his.

Even if it hadn't been a while for him - and it had - he wouldn't have been inclined to stop or even slow down.