Fever truly could have gotten him to beg, his eyes have pleading in them already, but she doesn't, and a separate part of him is grateful for that. She gives him what he desires without needing to ask.

"Ohhh," he groans appreciatively, his hip twitching in time with her every caress. "Just like that."

He can feel the first hints of deep pressure kindling in his loins, and now he has a choice. It's easy enough to suppress it and keep going, often he does, but today is for his pleasure. Today, he will indulge in easy release. For once, he won't hold himself back. One last thread of tension in him snaps and, at that moment, he sags, bonelessly, beneath Fever.

"Just like that," he whispers, "and I'll be yours in short o-order."