He doesn't need to be told twice, and he can't help the half-chuckled breath that leaves him right before he's kissing her back with abandon.

Slipping his hands down and through the loops she made with the belt leaves the buckle clattering against the bars before it falls, presumably, to the floor (he cannot, for the life of him, be bothered to check).

It's so satisfying to touch her now, fingers digging into the flesh of her hips/ass as he thrusts into her in measured strokes. Nipping at her mouth now, tongue coaxing hers to play as joy and pleasure play out over his features.

"You're so tight," he tells her, his voice caught between a whisper and a groan. "Dammit, Mae."