As long as he did so Dakin continued to keep up a steady stream of swearing which, if repetitive, made up for it in sheer abundance. His hand had slid down between his body and the mattress, trying to stroke himself at the same rhythm Irwin was using. He dimly noticed that he was pushing back against the fingers at the same time, trying to get more and probably looking like a complete fool, but he really did not care at the moment.