"Anthony--" It's a little too much, a little too quickly. The glow of the water seems to fade a bit as Jesus presses his fingertips against the flat of Tony's stomach. Just a little push. Kissing had been wonderful but this is making him too hot. Much too hot. Knots form in his stomach, make his toes curl. He's not use to such things. "The water seems to be heating," he murmurs.