Will doesn't fight it when Rosi breaks away to breathe, because really that's the smart thing to do. It's just that sometimes you forget, and breathing becomes a secondary concern. Sometimes you get too caught up in taking something you want without being afraid of it, made even better by the fact that the other person clearly wants it too.

He's been thinking of his own actions as missteps, too far back or too far forward. This one is not a misstep.

Still breathing heavily, he rests his head against Rosinante's chest. "Who said that wasn't my plan from the beginning?" Wait, no, that one probably is too forward. It suggests something further than this, and surely it is too soon for that. Thankfully there is a convenient subject change at hand.

"You want to know what I taste like." He laughs into Rosinante's shirt. "That might be a new one." He's very clearly not upset about it.