Everything felt good. Laying down was heaven. His Dom was working his way up and when the kiss started, he returned it, weak and sloppy and grateful. His hands were still bound but their closeness meant he could tip them upward, fingers extending lazily outward to rest the pads against his Dom's chest. With most of his senses on leave, it was hard to determine what else his Dom might have been doing, if anything else, but this was good. He wanted this, wanted his Dom with him simply adding to the swirling mass of enjoyment.

It took him a few moments, but he did eventually notice his Dom was still hard against him. Hard and unsatisfied and no, no, no, that wasn't right at all. Expending a bit more effort than he had anticipated, he shifted and bent his knee to press his thigh against his Dom, giving an eager and helpful mmm trying to express that he still wanted to help. They should be there together, coated in the bliss of release. He should have taken care of his Dom first.