In the throes of orgasm, he barely registers Nitoh whispering, and when he does he's too distracted by the sight of Nitoh sucking on his own fingers, on his cum, to be bashful. He simply focuses on the cock within the circle of his fingers, then the pain-pleasure of Nitoh's teeth sinking into his shoulder. He hisses, but the pain fades to a weak, barely noticeable throb as Nitoh orgasms.

It feels like an eternity, and like nothing, all at once. He snorts, and turns his head to brush his mouth over Nitoh's. "Yeah, yeah," he says, lazy, and twists his wrist to tangle their fingers together. He tilts his chin to kiss Nitoh again, slowly.