He moans at the pull of Jay's mouth on his skin as he starts to tremble and unravel, nerve by nerve. His movements lose their rhythm, his backwards thrusts becoming erratic. Everything is slick and wet and hot, the sound of churning water and heavy breathing and echoed moans filling his ears.

"Oh, Jay," he whimpers repeatedly as he climbs, both hands now gripping the edge of the tub. "Don't stop, don't stop..."