I tremble when he breathes close to my ear, then gasp when he sucks on my earlobe. My fingers dig into his hips briefly, until he pulls away and settles on the bed again.

I follow him onto the bed, not wanting to just stand there, staring dumbly. Of course I find I can't do much else when he starts sliding a finger in himself, his eyes fixed on mine.

"Eiji," I'm surprised I have any voice left at all. I swallow hard, and lick my lips again. This is one of those moments that my memory is going to capture. It's going to replay in my mind again and again, probably when it's least appropriate.