He adjusts briefly when she reaches down between them, another choked groan spilling from his lips when he realizes she's touching herself. His pace quickens just a hint, as does his heart rate, though this time, it doesn't scare him as much. It's very much similar to how it felt when he got closer to his orgasm before, and it's how he knows he's getting closer now too.

There's always a trace of worry there, but he does his best to ignore it for now. He didn't turn before, so he won't turn now-- at least that's the belief he clings to. Just like he clings to her and to the edge of the tub, and he thrusts harder into her, parted lips resting lightly over hers, a very faint 'close' breathed out into the air between them.