Fabio, not only gifted in the art of breath-holding, but also enchantment, manages to wait out the thick mess of manabubbles. He could feel his nipples grow erect and his bushy carpet of soft-to-touch chest hair stand on end. 
A utter beauty and a fighter? Twas not an opportunity to be passed up!

Fingers resting in their proper place, he strokes his man-teats several times clockwise, then anti-clockwise, moving closer and closer to his beloved, energy beginning to boil up inside of him as the hot, smooth manawaters encouraging him and strengthening his resolve.