As always, it was Chinatsu's complicated mix of fire and gentleness. She challenged him and supported him, and he wanted to do the same. Adoring her spirit whether she was taking on the world, or letting herself rest and hide--especially if it was around him. Her touch was no different, and always took his attention in some ways.

He loved when she was affectionate, and he loved when she was feisty.

A hiss of air, head tilting back as she squeezed him. Mouth open, breathing harsher, then his head turning to the side away from the water. Trying to keep himself focused on touching her, pleasing her too.