If asked about the things Hercules expected to happen to him today, nearly losing his dog and having sex with Inara Serra would not be on the list. Still, he's definitely not going to complain about it, not about this part at least. His hips lift slightly when she rocks down onto him, heels digging into her satin sheets, his hands slipping down to hold onto her hips until she settles.

He bites off a curse, closing his eyes and huffing out a sigh when she settles comfortably against him, her body hot and wet and tight clenched around his.

Her hair had fallen over his face when she slumped down over him and he puffs our some air again, chuckling a little when it shifts. "Y'alright?" he rumbles, his hands skimming over her skin soothingly.