Whether or not they were in her bed or his, neither of them have to worry about any potential passersby - at least aside from the unexpected possibility of someone just deciding to drop by - but it's safe to say that's the furthest thing from Bruce's mind at the moment. His days' worth of stubble scrapes roughly against her neck when he nuzzles into her skin, leaving marks that might take their time to fade afterward. He's starting to lose his handle on any semblance of control, giving over to feeling.

It's not graceful anymore - it's hot, needy, sweaty-sticky, and somehow more amazing than he ever could have imagined. He groans, almost a keening sound, as heat builds low inside him, and he can barely stammer out the words. "I - I'm - close - "