[The character of his licking is different now than it'd been before; though steady, it's apparent that he's not trying to stoke up arousal so much as he is seeking to coax Yuri gently down from it, offering gentle, soothing pleasure so that his descent back down from his peak is a comfortable float rather than a plummet. But even as he does so, he's beginning to squirm a little in place, his own thighs pressed together for the friction as his own untouched arousal begins to ache in protest.]

I should've done that before, I suppose. It's just that — well, I don't see how anyone could think clearly when faced with the sight of you.

[He licks again, once then twice, before finally drawing away with reluctance to start unfastening his tunic and cape. His mouth is wet, and he doesn't even have the decency to look flustered about it.]

Then once you've had a chance to recover, would you like me to, ah, tend to you again?

[DIMITRI...]