Kennedy kept his head close to hers enjoying the small contact but soon drew it back with a slight smirk as he heard her panicked whine. "Oh but I thought you hated it?" He teased, feeling her desperation for his touch rise through her action. After just a few more section of keeping the pressure light he went back to the rough pace and began drawing his hand back to inbetween her legs, slipping his hand softly under her undergarments and using two fingers to massage there roughly.

Mercy took a small breath before answering, a huffy tone. "I didn't- I was kidd-" She was cut off by his touch, her sentence cut off by a loud whimper of his name. Her hands settled on his shoulders as she panted slightly, closing her eyes and tilting her head back.