Shingo turns, pressing you gently back against the tile and leaning against you, helping to brace you as he kisses at your shoulder.

"I"m glad you're all right," he sighs, and lets you shift him around under the spray of the shower, then starts as he leans back against you and your hands slide over his skin. He's fine until your fingers slip against the soft skin below his navel and his whole body jerks, biting his lip on a muffled sound and turning his head, his thighs tensing] Date!

His voice is a little ragged before he presses a hand to his mouth, just shivering a little against you and looking incredibly embarrassed. "I"m sorry," he manages, feeling more foolish by the second. "Just--I'm sensitive there."