He goes easily, boneless and shivering all the way up. Part of him misses the feel of having something in his mouth afterward- something to taste, something to swallow. The rest is content with a lack of cleanup to worry about. Or. Will be once he can think straight again.

When he can move he tangles their legs together, nuzzling back into his customary spot, forehead pressed to Locus' throat. That was... intense. More than he'd expected.

It makes him wonder what the rest would feel like but for now? He basks, humming.