"Wash up."

The booth was cramped- a small box of porcelain tile with a curtain to block any unwanted viewers. With a showerhead, plenty of soap, and a small ledge for seating if anyone wanted to sit down on the tile. In theory, two people could stand in it with only some issues, but it'd be extremely close contact, even without Peko's embrace as her hands began to rub soap all over his chest, her breathing heavy and her focus undaunted.

Kiyotaka, to his credit, hadn't stopped lathering her tits with soap since he'd entered either, his fingers rolling around her nipples experimentally. "Is this good?" He asked, curious as she gave a nod. "Good." He murmured, his hands moving downwards to lather at her stomach, and just a little bit lower towards her waist.

Her own hands followed his trajectory with a downward slant of her own, and for a moment, it became just a little difficult for both of them to move their arms.

"Ah." He muttered.

"Would you prefer to wash my-"

"Peko. Please, do as you feel like."

Her eyes flicked to his.

"That isn't the arrangement. I told you to use me like a tool. If I'm not living up to what you want this to be-"

"And I'm telling you that you mean more to me than that."

She froze.

In another lifetime, perhaps she would have hoped to hear someone else say those words directly. Perhaps they would have pierced through her heart, instead of Kiyotaka's. But he'd said them first, instead of kept them hidden. Instead, she leaned in and gently pressed him down towards the ledge for seating, kissing him gently as the water cascaded along her back.

"We can talk after this." Peko Pekoyama said as she nudged his legs open with little effort- wrapping her own around him as she straddled herself on his own outstretched legs. Penetration was instant. "They call this a lotus position." She whispered, as she rubbed her soap covered breasts against his body, and used her own legs to pull and press against him, moving up and down against his angled member. "Do you like it?"

Even with how cramped the shower was, and how hard the tile felt, Kiyotaka's only response was a moan of ecstasy, and Peko sped up her efforts in response.

"Feel free to come inside." She murmured. "I'll say it again - when you're ready, come inside, Kiyotaka."

"I-I..."

"That's it. You can go ahead."

Kiyotaka's hands grabbed at her back.

"I'M NOT COMING UNTIL YOU COME FIRST, PEKO!" Kiyotaka exclaimed. "I told you you meant more to me than that, and I intend to ensure you're not missing out on anything!"

"Huh?!" She asked, as Kiyotaka tugged at her, doing his best to add his own movements to hers. "I mean, this is enjoyable, but I've told you that- oh, that spot-"

"Enjoy it! If anything happens, I promise I'll take responsibility for you!"

"What?! I mean- thank you, Kiyotaka. You've provided well for everything, but-" Peko's words cut off as her nails dug into his own back, but she didn't orgasm. Not yet. She was on the verge of it, but she was doing her best to hold back.

"I insist that you should be allowed to ejaculate first." She reimposed.

"And I insist that you be allowed to climax before me." Kiyotaka replied.

"...an endurance match then. I see." Peko spoke, her gaze becoming steely even as her cheeks flushed. "I won't lose this competition."

"Competition? I mean- we can do it tog-"

Both climaxed, Peko twitching as Kiyotaka reflexively pulled her inward- both of their grips tightening before both loosened.

.

"What...what was that about?" Kiyotaka asked, as Peko leaned forwards, out of breath, and placed her forehead onto his right shoulder.

"Just hold me for a second, please. Then we can finish up here." She murmured, kissing at the side of his chest.