[He does. Twitch, that is, in addition to shivering and jerking and gasping, silent, into the pillow. He feels overloaded with sensation, like every second he spent denying himself has caught up to him in this one confusing, thrilling, disastrous moment.
His fingers are in his hair when Fenris makes the request, and he's in the process of piecing words carefully together in a way that isn't embarrassing gibberish when the laughter shakes him out of it. His mouth slants crooked, one eye cracking open, and an answering laugh of his own shakes its way out of his chest.
He swallows, whispers:]
Glad to see you're entertained. [He can't stop his voice from taking on the breathy, wavering timber it does, breath coming and going in slow shudders, but he doesn't let that stop him from sounding smug.] And here I haven't even gotten the chance to tell my joke yet.
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Date: 2016-01-07 01:52 am (UTC)His fingers are in his hair when Fenris makes the request, and he's in the process of piecing words carefully together in a way that isn't embarrassing gibberish when the laughter shakes him out of it. His mouth slants crooked, one eye cracking open, and an answering laugh of his own shakes its way out of his chest.
He swallows, whispers:]
Glad to see you're entertained. [He can't stop his voice from taking on the breathy, wavering timber it does, breath coming and going in slow shudders, but he doesn't let that stop him from sounding smug.] And here I haven't even gotten the chance to tell my joke yet.