There is sadness in his eyes, open and raw, and I know he's dropped a wall for me. Not that I can't usually see beyond his walls, sense what's going on behind them, but it's meaningful, right now, that he dropping this one for me.

He nods, and makes a promise to me, and I offer him a small, serious smile before he rolls his hips again.

And then I'm back in the moment, back with the pleasure. Breathing hard and vibrating from him. I move my hands back into his hair, so I can grip again, hopefully not too hard.

"Take-chan." I gasp out his name, my head falling back, neck exposed to him, vulnerable.

Everything is white hot, the heat of his presence spreading through my skin down into my core.

I sweat, I pant.

I soak up his fire.