He laughs breathlessly, pressing his forehead against Lucifer's shoulder as he slows his hips rocking. Kisses are pressed along his shoulder and up his neck ever so slowly. "Heh...stuck with me then..."

Nuzzling into the crux of his shoulder, he groans softly but thankful for the chance to breathe and chill for a moment. "Glad I'm living up to the hype," he teases. "Love you, raleur..."