[If her sounds and the way she moved in response to him was wine, he'd be far past drunk by now. Each shiver, each wiggle, every single sound that slips out of her thrums in his chest, feeds that need inside of him, makes him feel protective and possessive and hungry for more. It's bright and heady and sweeps away dark, hidden corners of himself that were dead and lost. Her demand has his lips curling, has him more than willing to give her anything she wants from him -

until she slips her small hand down inside his boxers and curls and strokes. The sound he makes is choked off and caught in his throat and he has to shut his eyes to keep them from rolling back. His mouth goes dry and his hips jerk in instinctive response, shuddering all the way down the inside of his thighs and the base of his spine.]

Don't - [It comes out on an exhale, has something like the sound of surrender and laughter behind it. He manages to get his eyes open but they're blown black and hazy.] Oh, sweetheart. Don't do that yet. We're both going to be really disappointed if I waste myself in my pants. [His lips find hers, nip lightly.] Let me take care of you, koibito. I need to take care of you first.

[Between her folds his finger dips into her and draws back out.]