Shingo sighs and presses in against you, cupping your cheeks and squirming up to kiss your mouth hard, shuddering as his tongue slides between your lips and he tastes himself, his tongue stroking against yours. He's flushed and trembling and pleasantly sated, and he can feel whatever was clouding his head start to ebb from his system as he relaxes, just pressing wet, slow kisses to your mouth.

He shifts again, feeling you cock drag against his hip before he pushes back and cups your face, his hands still a little unsteady.

"What do you want?" he breathes against your mouth, pressing the length of his body against yours as he holds you closer, arching his back. "How do you want me to..." He reaches down, one hand touching your hip as he slides his mouth down your throat, just kissing your damp skin hungrily.