He was getting both. Kate was doing a bit of almost desperate clinging, and as far as trhe sounds went, she was just not trying to stop any of those at all. Moans and whimpers and jumbled words could come out of her mouth as they pleased.

She'd managed to force her own eyes half open, too, and it was a surprisingly heady thing for her to see him there mostly clothed while they did this. That just made it seem a bit... she didn't even know what to call it. Dirtier? Rushed and exciting. Something like that.

Semantics weren't her priority here.