Learning, from this asshole? Definitely not. But his body is screaming for air and the only way to get it is to give in. He'd even say thank you, sweetly, if not for the cock shoving deeper into his throat. Sharp, cool air fills his lungs and it's like Christmas coming early. Shinjirou closes his eyes, tip of his tongue hesitantly pressing up into the hot length. He'll bear this.

"Yes, Sir," he mumbles around the man's shaft when he gets the chance to, before his throat fills up with cock once more.

From time to time, he shivers, and too often, he can hear himself weep. He doesn't want niceties from this man, fake or honest. It's embarrassing enough that he's forced to slowly lap at the man's cock. Pulling back, gently nipping, coiling his tongue around it. Swallowing it down in its entirety again. He's thorough, he just wishes he'd be allowed to be thorough and quick.