Soul sure as hell hopes stamina comes back quick here, because he wants to pay Crona back in kind for this as soon as possible, he does not even want to fucking wait. His mind is swimming with pleasure and his body is overwhelmed. It's all he can do to barely register the bench is rocking and hold onto the piano tight enough to keep it from fallin' the hell over.

He tastes every bit of Crona's mouth that he can, he shouts Crona's names to the neverending expanses above, and he just - can't - stop -

"Crona, I'm g-gonna - I'm gonna - !"

Tighten, as much as he can. Tryin' to get Crona to come along with him, too.