Groaning, shifting beneath her with surprise when she presses down into his mouth, he slides a hand beneath the water and does his best to anchor himself, though it mostly slides along the warm porcelain. It isn't Yoruichi-san that he's pinned under, not her night-dark wildness and her raking nails, but it's enough of a proud and forward disposition that it's enjoyable like he hasn't had in some time. He might wish for her to be a little sharper, but a blunt tool can be just as pleasant sometimes.

He can't speak or breathe through his mouth this way, tongue curled around her fine fingers, and it isn't long before he has difficulty keeping up appearance, face pink and breath coming through his nose raggedly as the feel of her pulling him along with her now toward completion coils strongly in his belly, a white and hot snake.