[His neck curved against yours, yours against his; it's an intimate embrace of an unconventional sort and Date swallows hard, his throat bobbing hard against yours as he moves his head back to find your eye, hold your gaze, and press in for another kiss, harder, hungrier, less frantic and more surrendering.]

[His fingers tuck forward, pressing, one slipping just the tip in. Not slicked, can't go much further than this as is, but-- oh, the clench, the heat, and Date shudders against you, his breath gone, his voice light and strained]

--Just Date. [a permission for a permission, justly earned at this point.] Shingo, do you-- is there any--

[he'll spit if he has to but he wants to be reverent, not brutal, and spit's a last resort, really]

[well. reverent, but also quick, or at least immediate. he kisses you again, hard, elated by your touch]