He's grateful for the verbal confirmation that he'd done what she wanted, even if it is seconds too late to take it back. Whimpers push through his lips softly each time her body clenches around his gradually softening member inside her, and he has just enough presence of mind to push into her touches and soft kiss. His bones are heavy, body pliant and pleasantly sated as his hands roam featherlight across her back, drawing patterns in her flesh as his eyes slowly come open again. His breath catches in his throat when those bright blue eyes spear through his, a soft smile tugging up one side of his mouth. That really just happened; it wasn't a fantasy or a dream. Thankfully the fear of what comes next is still waiting patiently to drown him, allowing him to fully enjoy their post-coital bliss.