[he barely heard it at all for nearly a year, and never like this--in that thick rumble that he can feel in your chest almost more than he can hear. his teeth drag down your throat as your head tips back but his breath draws short when you speak, his cheeks flushing helplessly]

Yes. [winds his free arm around you and turns them so his own back is against the wall, his fingers still stroking you slowly and his body open and slick as he arches up into you, feeling cool tile at his back and the burning heat of your body against his] H-however you want.