Redhawk Caldera for however long it takes

The warm wetness of a tongue against his face caused Peregrine's lips to part in a ragged, nearly inaudible moan. Even in his sleep, he felt torn about accepting such affections, though his impulse control was evidently shot when he was unconscious, for he leaned upward and into the ministrations, eyes closing once more. He began to rise slowly, pushing himself back into an upright position without ever moving his head. When he had straightened, he then nudged Luke's chin gently and began licking his face in turn, although quite a bit more tentatively on his part.

"How..." he mumbled in between passes of his tongue. "Where..." He lapsed into a silence that lasted a full minute or two before continuing his broken sentence. "Stut... ter...?"