Lee's not sure he's doing this hard enough if Connor can still speak so easily, that tone of smugness in his voice. So he makes his thrusts shorter, deeper, more powerful, slamming into Connor hard enough that Lee has a feeling they'll both have bruises tomorrow. He can't speak anymore himself, grunting and gasping at the effort it's taking, closing his eyes and driving on as long as he can, his hamstrings and gluts aching with it.