Hoshor Plains and i'm sorry that i lie when i talk to you

Some of his anxiety is soothed by the man's reassurance, but he can't bring himself to speak again. Instead he goes still, sucking in a sharp breath when the stranger starts to move and exhaling slowly when he settles. It feels far different from Midar's touches; gentle and hesitant, and not at all like his husband's possessive urgency. He likes it more than he'd realized he would — but it still takes him a moment to find his voice again. Yeah, He murmurs, voice soft and very slightly slurred with lethargy. It's... nice. Heat creeps up his ears at the admission, but he's too tired for true embarrassment — and it is nice.