Cait isn't loud, but she is quite verbal, mumbling encouragement and demands between soft, hitched moans.

"Yes-- god," she filters through her teeth, dragging her heels against the mattress, twisting half onto her side. Once she's assured Vi has got the position and movement down just right, she releases her wrist, arm locking tight over her back. Her leg wraps around Vi's waist, too, needing her close, wanting every inch of them to touch. "Keep going."