He barely dares a few strokes before he tries to catch himself. Sweeney doesn't stop; no, it's nothing like that; but he tries to keep the distance of his thrusts a bit tighter.

His throat parched, he swallows a couple of times before he dares attempt words.

"Are ya--" Right.

"Good?"

Sweeney's toes flex against his Want, but he stays focused.

"Hurt?"

It's important to him to know, whether or not they continue with such knowledge. If it's uncomfortable, but she's still eager, he'll do his best to get through the thing without dwelling.