No additional effort is required. The feel of her mouth on his throat and the clench of her around him snaps the chain, and his grip jumps to her hips so he can keep her in place as he bucks the last dozen strokes he needs.

Where hers is silent, his climax comes with a sharp cry, and his fingers dig bruisingly into her flesh. Sweeney hangs there for a long moment before they start to loosen as he rides the aftershocks. A few seconds more, and one frees itself to catch her by the back of the head and meet her in a kiss of tired gratitude while twitches inside her.