Yosuke gasps again, and when Eponine cups him he goes still for a second, until he loses the battle of will with himself and bucks against her again. His cheeks flush even brighter than they had been with the fever, and he pants, hot and quiet against the curve of her shoulder.

"Sorry. Gods. W-we can take it slower if you-oh. H-hnn. I don't mind."

He bites his lip, then, to shut himself up before she really does decide to stop what she's doing.