Everything felt like it was on the way to being just right, sensitivity ratcheting up down below, body starting in little twitches as if anticipating what they were working toward. Ash introducing tongue got a long moan out of him, and he pushed harder almost by accident, a movement to match his hands' insistence. Deeper, stronger, making that need well up inside of him so much further. His hands flexed with the motions, whole body starting to roll with the motion of his hips. That Ash didn't seem to be having any troubles at all with his length or size or how deep he was pressing only made it easier to keep going.