Ichabod was still very aware of their surroundings, but he was distracted from those panicky thoughts by Win's hands on him, sending delightful tingles though his body. He'd been so focused on getting everything at thhe Academy sorted, then meeting Sam had spurred something inside him, now he was thoroughly enjoying himself and feeling free for the first time in so long. Apart from the lack of air.
That enjoyment disappeared when Win released him, but at least the older vampire gave him warning beforehand. He watched in confusion, concerned as Win floated almost out of eyesight, but he quickly returned and oh God, that mouth. Ichabod curled his fingers through Win's hair, grasping to feel where he was. Ichabod tilted his head back, and suddnly realised he couldn't see where the surface was. They weren't that deep, it had to be just there, he just... couldn't see it. His free hand drifted backwards to try to feel for the ground behind him. And it wasn't there.
Win was definitely very skilled, his tongue was hitting all the right places. It was just hard to focus. As Win's tongue slid over him Ichabod to in a sharp breath at the feeling, forgotten for a moment that they were underwater. His eyes widened as the water hit the back of his throat and his hand on Win's head pushed him backwards, urging him off him.
Luckily, although he hadn't been able to see the surface, he knew where it was and Ichabod was at the surface in a few strokes, coughing and spluttering. His legs had flailed about a bit, but he wasn't sure if he'd hit Win - he hoped not. Fuck, what was wrong with him? He was here, trying to feel free and enjoy himself and he couldn't even manage that.
Ichabod managed to get his feet on the ground properly and he stood up, bending over slightly to cough up the last bit of water, pressing a hand against his chest as he scanned the water for Win resurfacing.