Fortunately he's inclined to hold himself pretty damn close, as best as he can without getting in the way of what she's doing. Shifting his hips into her grasp, he turns his head to press a lazy kiss to whatever part of her he can reach at the moment. Maybe this isn't ruined at all.

Honestly Han doesn't know how to feel about the prospect of brushing out her hair. It's a little strange, but it sounds surprisingly... well, intimate, for something so small and ordinary. If she likes the idea, he likes it. He definitely likes the idea of hanging around and playing with her hair, at least.

He doesn't answer, just slowly shakes his hand free of the loose knot of her hair, groaning low and shameless right beside her ear, clinging suddenly tighter as he comes.