[He rolls as directed, softness in his expression as Cy tends to him, wanting to reach and coil around him for an embrace, wanting to kiss his mouth and pull close — but they aren't done yet, and he's cognizant of this fact as Cy laps the spill of seed from skin missed by the towel. The hot and soothing swipes of that tongue make his toes curl.]
Mm. [Fingers braided, he squeezes a little tighter and nudges in, just enough to push his chin against whatever part of Cy he can reach.] Yes. It felt... [A gust of breath.] Like a high.
[He can't remain obedient for long when they're effectively between intended acts, and so a leg swings over to try and trap Cy's body against him.]
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Mm. [Fingers braided, he squeezes a little tighter and nudges in, just enough to push his chin against whatever part of Cy he can reach.] Yes. It felt... [A gust of breath.] Like a high.
[He can't remain obedient for long when they're effectively between intended acts, and so a leg swings over to try and trap Cy's body against him.]