The pressure isn't what's bothering Euri. Though it is making it harder and harder for her to catch her breath, she likes the feeling of his body pressed so hard up against her own.

It's the heat. It's inescapable and rippling through her body, but in a teasing way that's driving her crazy. Robin's is warm, too; his chest and his hands and his hips. His mouth, especially; his ministrations to her chest just makes her squirm and whimper with need.

And when he speeds up she can't take it anymore. Euri's moaning out his name, anxiously rocking her hips back against his in an effort to quell the heat, but it still isn't enough. She wants to scream in frustration, but settles for clawing up his back again, practically begging for him to go harder, faster.