[He was doing fine, he was holding steady, breathing deep, working on centering the new energies from this joining--

[--and then you squeezed. he cries out, muffling the sound only partly against your throat, hips popping forward and arching up into the maddening, gorgeous pressure]

[he's respectably sized, maybe a little more, but has never been a braggart about it. still isn't thinking about that, more is focused on the weight of your body in his arms, hipbones sharp against his own, the spread of your legs wrapped around him, the tingle and soft, beautiful traces of warmth from your fingertips on his hairline and nape.]

[and of course, your body around his, your heat, your pressure--

[--ffffck, there you go again, another pulse, and he groans helplessly, nuzzling your face with his own, panting and rocking his hips up, his belly straining hard, every bit of muscle tone there coming into valuable use as he braces one palm flat against the tile over your shoulder, holding on to your waist with the other hand, ass and abs clenching to drive his cock deeper into you, and back, and deeper yet again]

Sh-Shingo...you... Oh, it feels good, Shingo-san. [his voice goes a little distant, his head falling back a bit, throat working on a hard swallow, gulping air] Ohh...