He does his best to stay still and steady while she takes her turn at torment, but it would be a lie to say he manages it without any falter. Sweeney's forced to press his lips to prevent himself from rocking into her hands. Even then, his body twitches, aching for her to finish the task and get her soft skin on his warm.

With her particular vantage point, the shallowing of his breath is blatantly obvious. Sweeney has to lick his lip and swallow to give himself enough focus to fight it. It leaves him imbalanced between the quick, slight breaths and slow deep ones. Fuck, he hates waiting.

The intensity of his gaze remains locked on hers, but the rest of his expression flickers in echoes of want and struggle. When she loosens the last button, he can't stop his hips from urging towards her, chasing greater pressure.