While he's literally floating in the water, his mind is doing the same, put on soft cushions as Jade rubs his belly. It's surprising how calming Jade's touches can be, when he isn't tugging or yanking on him. Melting into the embrace, he closes his eyes and stretches his legs out as far as the tub allows.

"Fullness," he breathes. "When you think you'll split into pieces and you feel so heavy and numb, but that cock or toy or ... fist, just keeps stretching you out anyway."

Raising his hand, his fingertips brush Jade's shoulder, then nape. He, too, remembers distinctly, that first time Jade gave him directions. And despite being sober, he'd been excited to oblige. Catching a strand of Jade's hair, he toys with it briefly. "I can still feel him now, I'm still loose. And you, I can feel you in my throat. It burns every time I speak."

His hum is accompanied by his body rolling back against Jade's. "And I haven't found my limits yet."