When he can tell he's going limp, he pulls off with a final noisy suck and licks the rest of it from his lips, reaching up to wipe at his chin and take that off his fingers. It's hard to believe there was ever a time he didn't like the taste of this, a very distant past.

"It has been far longer than I'd like," he agrees, sitting up on his knees. A quick adjustment keeps his breeches from pinching him uncomfortably. He lets out a shaky breath, cheeks flushed, hair clinging at his forehead and temples. He'll have to fix himself up a bit before he can immediately head back out to work, not that he's completely inclined to immediacy right now.

"I did. I've missed having you that way." He's beyond grateful he's able after what happened. He'd never thought to see him again, a bit of an unfortunate theme.