He gentles his movements as he feels Alecto come, body clenching around his tongue, his face and chin damp with the evidence of Alecto's pleasure. He can't pull away with Alecto's grip on his hair; nor does he really want to, perfectly content to stay here between his legs, feeling him fall apart from Joshua's touch.

His tongue darts out, experimentally, as Alecto's body settles again, and he hums with his lips pressed against him, just a little vibration of stimulation before he sets to again with a will, muffling the hungry moans that seem to rise from somewhere unconscious and intrinsic in his being in the wet warmth of Alecto, tugging against his fingers to get even closer, reveling in the sting of his scalp being pulled tight as Alecto's yanks on his hair, barely breathing, just reveling in the scent of him here as Joshua tries to take him apart again with his fingers and lips and tongue.