His ears were keen on the sound, but it was nothing against the loosening of his fly. Pressure was relieved, one that had begun to grow, urged further as her hands slipped within and touched him.

"I-I can only promise to do my best," was the husky reply, his hands briefly laid to rest over the countertop before he'd challenge himself: He needed to prepare dinner with a considerable handicap.

He just had to hope he wouldn't burn anything... but what kind of house-husband would he be if he did!?