For the sake of his own pride, he tried to hold out a little while longer. Xanthippe'd had so many disappointing experiences, he wanted to prove he was not cut from the same cloth. And, well, it had been years since he'd come at barely the first brush of lips along his phallus.

But that herculean effort netted him several more seconds, not minutes. With another quick, "Xan!" just in case he'd not gotten across his urgent message before, he spilled, back bowing with the strength of it.