He takes a breath as she slides down onto him, as she presses herself down tightly into his lap. Hazy pleasure makes his expression softer, mouth parting, breathing high and tight in his chest as he adjusts to the intensity of this specific feeling.

He loosens his hands from where he'd gripped on tighter than he'd been conscious of, holds her gentler but warmly, no desire to constrict her movement while she's situated so.

"Yes," he breathes out. "Here."

And Loxley can dig his heels in a little against the mattress, brace himself a little enough to roll his hips up a little, finding relief in the tug and tighten of muscle. "Like that?" he asks.