His arm tightens around her, anchoring him as he thrusts against her skin. Easier to keep himself still otherwise, so his fingers halt their stroking both within and without as he writhes, groaning as he comes. Everything stops, the ghostly hands still on her breasts, slick presence still in her hole. Sweat and blue fire pouring lightly down his body, exhausted breath rasping from his throat and somehow he manages even to be panting in his mind.