[Is it possible to melt into a puddle? Sion would like to do that now. That does change things from "complete exquisite torture" to something closer to easing pressure and tension while at the same time still building pleasure.]

[Sion nods, realizes Naoto probably can't see that, and responds, voice hoarse and rough and low.]

Yes. That's... That's good. Just like that. God, Naoto, you're...