You're shaking, vibrating just to pull away from him, and to Date's eyes, even though he doesn't understand why, even though it's just the doing of whatever's in the air, he knows that, it's this chemical or vapor or whatever you two were drugged with doing this, toying with your emotions and with his own too, despite all of this, you're...

Well, you're quite a sight.

"Shingo, I..."

The cool wall at his back helps clear his mind a little - just a little, though, because he can't drag his eyes away from your cock, standing proud like that, so perfectly sized and absolutely delectable looking and he's ready to just-- it's just too --

"Gods." His voice trips, stumbling over the simple expletive, rolling a frustrated, needy, gut-deep growl into the several syllables that he manages to work into the short single word.

So he has to swallow hard to find his voice again, tearing his gaze back up to your face.

"I don't want to hurt you, Shingo."