He feels lightheaded, moreso than ever, made dizzy by the heat of this bath, and the burn he feels with her touch. Creators, she ruins him but it's a welcome feeling, so very welcome as she slides back and he feels he way she clenches before she's even taken him, bites his own lip hard enough to feel it sting, to taste blood as he fights to stay steady. He can't rush her, even if she's rushed him to this point and her soft cry digs at him.

It feels so good, Creators, better than it's ever felt. And she's tight, fenedhis she's so very tight but he knows he's a bigger man, and that was half the reason he wanted to go slow. To make her comfortable, to ease her body into this but she charges on like she always does, leaving him clutching at her hips, choking on his words.

"C-Careful, Ise, please." Please be careful. Please don't let her rush this, let her hurt herself in this and his hands tighten on her hips again as if that can slow her. Liaran shudders all the same, stuck between two different states, the tip of him hugged so tight by her pussy, the water still so warm around the rest of his length and he has to swallow again, almost shaking as he presses kisses over her collarbones to try and relax her. "Don't rush, don't."

His finger slide from her hip to press between them and they fumble for a second, trying to remember an old rhythm when he finds her clit. Something to try and ease the sting of it for her and it takes a second but it clicks and he swallows, trying to sound steady as he rubs the pad of his finger over her clit. "Don't rush..."