[It's the same for him, honestly - he has zero complaints or gripes about anything they do together, be it the speed or intensity or activity itself. Every second spent with her is glorious and wonderful, making him happier than he's ever been in all his long, long life.

He meant what he said about being capable of so much more, both with his own hands and various toys he could get his hands on if he so desired. But right now they get plenty of mileage out of just each other. No need to complicate things.

There's no arguing his tussled state, either. He's a mess in every sense of the word and he wouldn't have it any other way. Sometimes his bad behavior comes in handy, like now when he can drive Hiyori mad with lust and need. And yet all the while she maintains that radiant beauty he so loves about her, maybe with just a few curls of hair out of place.

It's only once she positions herself above him and he's had a minute to enjoy the view that he finally takes in the mirrored ceiling, causing his eyes to widen and jaw to drop. He certainly wasn't expecting that.]

Hot damn, Hiyori, there's a mirror up there! I can see us in it!

[As though to test the reflection, he draws a finger along her slit, eyes focused above them on his own movements. Mesmerized, he then draws her closer, until she's poised directly above him, allowing him to easily lift his head and kiss her folds.]

If it is, then I'll go ahead and punish you appropriately for it~

[Eagerly, with shining eyes and that smug smile she so loves, he dives into her slit, licking away until he's got her dripping with need again before tipping his head up enough to speak between her legs.]

Then I'll die happy and content, drowning in you just the way I want to.

[He's teasing her again, but at the same time he means it absolutely.]