It certainly wasn't easy for Uryu to match her pace, initially – though he was no stranger to self-discipline, it was still difficult to hold himself back as she rode him, to let her dictate the pace – especially knowing that if he began to pick up the pace, she would follow his lead. But as badly as he ached for more, he held off, as much as he could, and there was a brief swell of relief when, finally, she began working up to a faster pace before all thoughts was swept away, the intensity of the experience leaving no room for anything the moment, the give and take of their lovemaking.

As their pace quickened and he loosened the reins he'd been straining to hold, he began to thrust more roughly, surrendering himself to the moment, allowing himself to let go of that control with her, well aware that not only could she take it, but that she enjoyed it when he was a bit rough with her.

"Rapunzel..." If the low, darker timbre of that note in his voice was any indication, he wasn't going to last much longer, not at this pace, all worked up after neglecting to attend to himself while he'd been going down on her.