It's fine if she doesn't last all that long, honestly. He can be efficient if he needs to be, and while some other time he might be interested in keeping her on that edge, in teasing and tormenting and drawing all this out, considering just how her moonblessing is affecting her, he's more willing to give her what she needs.

After all, it's not like it's working out badly for him, either, is it? She's hot and wet and tight, writhing against him, nails a burning pressure in his shoulder, her whimpers in his ear absolutely wonderful. It feels amazing, and then there's the added rush of being in public, the risk, the flood of endorphins as he feels her start to tense, her breath catching with early signs of impending climax.

His mouth opens to encourage her, to coax her over the edge with whispered words and reassurances, and his mouth is still open when her teeth sink into his shoulder, making him cry out with mingled pain and pleasure as he drives into her. He's bleeding, he can feel it, but the feeling is a rush all its own as he pushes her roughly against the bricks, seeking out his own and finally finding it with a murmured, half-panted yes, yes, yes.

It's amazing he's still on his feet, really, and he's leaning against Mikan, her back propped against the rough brick of the alley wall as he places a slow, tender kiss to her shoulder, wincing slightly at the feeling in his shoulder. That's definitely going to hurt later, but right now, all it feels is very, very satisfying.

"How are you feeling, Mikan-chan?"