"Yeah, yeah," he said, shuddering out that last vestiges of the orgasm before the blush settled in, darkening his cheeks and neck. He grimaced and shook his head again which he knew looked contradictory but it was hard to form words when there was still an undercurrent of pleasure thrumming through him.

"I wanted that, I did," he said, sounding less shattered finally. "I just didn't want to..."

He gestured down at his pants, wet and sticky, before looking back up. "I don't know a lot about this but I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to make a mess like that."