He hadn't enough brain power left to rub much in the way of conscious thought yet, but it was coming back gradually now that the pleasure was dying down to bearable levels. They were still very much knotted together and there was no escaping that until the Soldier cooled his heels on that matter, something he had absolutely no control of. His own heat was a simmer of warmth throughout his entire body, made better by the warmth that continued to spread in his insides.

Yet, he issued a low groan around the fingers that were doing their very best to choke him or at least gag him, all because the Soldier gave a real effort to shifting the knot inside of him. It dragged at over-excited nerve endings, and it caused his eyes to roll back in his head and his body to shudder. The words felt patronizing though, and he wanted to shove them back down the asset's throat. He didn't want this, never had, and yet here they were doing this dance once more.

When this was over, god he would going to kill the Soldier.