He gasps as your fingers press into them, pressing his back flat against the wall and trying to lock his knees as you push deep enough to touch that sensitive place inside him and he grits his teeth on a desperate sound. He trembles there, feeling your mouth on him and your fingers in him and your hand stroking at his lower belly and suddenly it's almost too much and he's tensing, one hand coming in to cup your jaw.

"Date!" he says, his voice tense as his belly tightens. "I can't--if you want to pull up, oh."