Ted is not usually a quiet individual, and while he tries not to be too noisy - another habit from having kids - it's hard or even impossible to control the moans and whimpers coming out of him.

He's glad she's taking care of her own pleasure, cause Ted has no ability to help beyond what he's already doing right now. He finally closes his eyes, unable to keep them open any longer, leaning his head back.

"Joan, I..." he tries to say, but he can't finish the sentence. The pleasure is building up in his stomach and his thighs, and he's just trying to hang on until she has time to join him.