He will.

He might die in the process, but you know... whatever.

Spinning around in his lap, you find a comfortable spot to sit, and finagle his exhausted cock into your pussy. Your head rolls back and you let out a sensual groan, completely contrary to his weak wail. Squeezing your walls, you coax his blood southwards and start rocking your hips. "Oh fuck... oh yes... oh fuck..." you moan, feeling him grow harder and spread you out, against his will. Feebly, he tries to push you away with his hands, but he doesn't have the strength. Planting both hands on the wall above his head, you loom over him and put your hips to work. "Oh... that is so good..." You're not talking about the sex.

With him completely at your mercy, or lack thereof, you ride him like a bull. Your sweat rains down on him like a shower, and you grab his cheeks. Pinching his mouth open, you make him drink. His hips start moving, under your direction, and you moan again, guiding them to hit your spots. "...stop...stop... please," he protests, his frame rapidly thinning out and his arms falling limp. "I can't, I can't, I can't cum anymore. I can't, I can't feel...I can't..."

"Yes you can. Yes you can!" you grunt, gritting your teeth and ramming your hips into him with reckless abandon. "Oh, you can cum as many times as I want, Izu-kun. Come on, give it to me! Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me!"

With a wheeze, he falls limp as his cock pumps thin, almost watery cum into you. Your head rolls back and you breathe heavily, running your hands through your hair. That was the closest you've been to actually cumming in centuries, but damn if it wasn't just as good. You feed off his essence, leaving him enough to stay alive, just in case you might want to have another romp later, before clambering off him.

Taking a couple steps back, you wipe the sweat off you, and let out a pleased sigh. Noticing that you missed a couple of drops, you lick your hand clean while getting dressed. Before going invisible and immaterial, you blow Izu a kiss, unseal the door, and scream at the top of your lungs. Seconds later, Rafael and the manager burst into the break room. As you skip through them, you hear Rafael go "Iz! Iz! What happened to you man? Call an ambulance!"

A tremor rolls up your spine, and your knees go weak. Fuck. That is so much better than sex.