Shingo leans into it when you press your hands to his cheeks, squeezing his eyes shut and swallowing, half-expecting to be pushed away... but when he opens them again your face is soft and you're running warm water over him, pressing the showerhead into his hand.

He bites his lip when you stroke over his lower belly again, his hips stuttering, but then he's scrambling to put it back in its stand as you kneel in front of him, oh god, and your mouth closes on his skin, slick and scorching. He can't smother an embarrassingly loud cry when you take him in, his thighs shaking--this always undoes him, to the point where he can barely stand, and he just clutches at your shoulders and sobs a little, leaning hard back against the nearest wall]