I won't. [ that answer's beyond enticing. if he was fully ready to, he'd go for it right now, but biology's forcing him to be patient. even so, watching roxy is its own reward, and he lifts his head again to press their foreheads together, close enough that he can see every movement, watch her body tense and react to the barest motion of his hands. so the promise is earnest, serious, because he won't drag this out longer than he has to.

ichiro ducks in to kiss her, once, searing, his intentions and intensity present even in just the press of their mouths together. it gives him a second of distraction to get his other hand between her legs and pull the waistband of her panties down. it's going to require a bit more manhandling to get them off all the way, and he's content to leave it as is for now, able to get his whole hand properly between her thighs and slide his long fingers to her entrance proper, letting her soft, wet skin give as easy as anything to two fingers. ]

Fuck. [ he breathes out, again, sounding a little surprised, pressing another kiss to her mouth, as he curls his fingers just to see what happens, tests the boundaries. ] That's gonna--you're gonna feel so good. You already do. [ easy, easy, he finds that pattern he'd found the first time, pulling his fingers out and dipping back in, creating friction to the motions her hips are already making. if she's able to notice, she might catch him licking his lips. ] Little bit longer, it'll be worth it. Don't come yet, got it?

[ another kiss, softer, then another, another. to her jaw, as he shifts the angle of his wrist to press deeper than his first shallow thrust, nice and slow. ]