Her nails against his skin caused him to groan. It was a good sound, however. He flung one arm over his face and then he balled his fist tightly into his own hair, the pain of it grounding him a little. His other hand flailed out until he found her shoulder. "Clio," he panted. "Mmmm." He was fighting not to arch up into her mouth hard because it wouldn't be very kind at all. But fuck he wanted to. Everything she was doing felt phenomenal.