Despite having no interest in taking it, it's still nice, S thinks, that J offers him a more explicit out. If he had changed his mind, or if he really didn't think he could keep going, he would say so — wouldn't push the matter, would probably just reach between them now and finish J off that way — but still, especially while they're just feeling their way back into this, no matter how naturally it comes, he appreciates it. With a quick shake of his head, he then leans in to kiss J once more, soft and brief and mostly just pleased. Everything is a little hazy still, and this is so surreal, despite also being so viscerally real, and it's a feeling worth chasing and holding onto. As tired as he is, that's all the more reason to keep going. He suspects that, by the time they're done and dried off and in clean clothes, he'll have no energy left whatsoever, but he can't think of anything better on which to expend it all.

"I know," he says, drawing back just enough to hold J's gaze when he nods. "I want to." He's wanted to since before they got in the shower in the first place. Granted, he didn't know then that J would want to get him off first, but even so, he isn't about to give up on that idea. His only real concern is that, with J so worked up already, he might not be able to make it last very long, but even that doesn't really matter. They have time. He can always give this another try tomorrow. That might actually be the best thing about all of this — that despite the desperation of their reunion, they'll have time together to do anything they don't get to today, even as he knows they're going to have a lot else to contend with, too.

Giving J a gentle nudge, trying to encourage him to turn with him so they can switch places and leave J with the wall behind him, S smiles. "Come on," he says, making a point of keeping it apparent that he's teasing. "Before I do get too tired to keep going."