[warmth floods him again, in the dizzy aftermath of his own orgasm, and his expression definitely shares his state of being. Glassy eyes and parted, swollen lips create a sweet expression, peering up at Tseng to watch him working through his own orgasm in turn. if he had a little more strength in his limbs or thoughts in his head, he might pull him down for a kiss too.

but then Tseng does it himself, mouths meeting in a brief and heavy kiss, fingers finally finding enough autonomy that he can curl them over his shoulders. still gasping for each breath, his little laugh is thin and thready, drawing a smile across his face.]

I would... say so... mmnh. You certainly... left your mark... hehe.

[don't you dare apologise, Tseng!!! fingers drift to gently brush his cheek. he's catching his breath finally, at least enough to start speaking slightly longer sentences.]

Maybe... I'll keep this one... just for you. So you can make a mess of it whenever you like.