A gasp that had been seated deep in his chest wells up when she arches against him, clasping around him, the smooth muscle of her thighs drawing in to keep them anchored together. His hips lift against her, his hands flying to the lip of the tub to hold tightly, knuckles blanched with the effort of holding himself back. He doesn't let himself come with her. It's difficult, but the difficulty makes it sweeter, and the release will only be kinder when it comes.

Turning his face into hers, he presses their cheeks together again, mouthing wet kisses finally to her chin, the line of her brow, her swollen lips, with muffled noises of appreciation and fondness. "Sookie-san."