"Intact and working perfectly, I'm sorry to say." Even if it was badly bruised for a while, he's slowly gotten back into a more frequently jovial mood. It makes it easier not to fret, and not to worry about making Cullen fret.

His eyes widen, nearly glassy as he watches Cullen remove himself from his breeches, that rough hand wrapping around his swelling cock. Maker, his mouth is watering. This is almost certainly going to make it worse for him, too.

"Yes. Like that." He swallows. "Slower. Just your fingertips. I want you to ache as much as I am. In the-- non-literal..."