The response he gets doesn't do wonders to his self-control, admittedly, but he enjoys it too much to even think about complaining. His lips part in a gasp when she talks first, then outright moans when her thighs tense and squeeze around his cock and fingers, his hips rolling towards her again.

"Trish-- Shit," he mewls out her name, a pleading sound spilling from his lips, his fingers pushing deeper into her as the base of his thumb shifts around just enough to rub against her clit. His other hand braces against the wall too, resting right next to hers, his thumb hooking over her pinky finger.