The first true gasp of pleasure to ever leave his mouth and throat has Jesus' skin boiling. He can think of nothing wrong with this -- though perhaps kissing ought to be done above the neck? -- and without the hands cupping pieces of him he's still undecided over, he gives himself away completely to the sensation of it all.

Hands return to Tony's hair and his head tilts back to the edge of the tub. His knees quake a little. Whatever prayer this is, let it continue.

The front of his underwear proves his enjoyment.