[ honestly, he doesn't need the push. a few moments of grinding against her thigh and he'd get there without any dedicated effort on her part; the brush of her palm over his wet flesh is more than enough to finish him.
though he does try to maintain eyecontact, once the crest of orgasm crashed over him, he ducks his head into her throat and clenches his mouth and eyes tightly closed. the flare of grace is small, comparatively as intense as a hiccup would be to a human, but it's still a warm celestial aurora about as bright as the light from an LCD screen. his hand is still, fingers crooked inside her, while the rest of him shudders and glows. ]
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though he does try to maintain eyecontact, once the crest of orgasm crashed over him, he ducks his head into her throat and clenches his mouth and eyes tightly closed. the flare of grace is small, comparatively as intense as a hiccup would be to a human, but it's still a warm celestial aurora about as bright as the light from an LCD screen. his hand is still, fingers crooked inside her, while the rest of him shudders and glows. ]