He's shaking already and has his own hand between his legs, rubbing himself in time with the movement of Joshua's ministrations, but then he feels suddenly bereft, feeling his husband pull away to speak. Alecto practically whines in protest (momentarily cursing the need for the human language), stilling the writhing of his body to listen, to look directly at Joshua's face when he talks about wanting to breed his wife, wanting to make Alecto all his like that once again and it makes Alecto's mind go blank, completely overwhelmed by instinct and primal need.

He nods then, eagerly, his blush blossoming down his neck and settling into the hollow of his throat. "Yes, darling, yes, I'll do that for you, please just keep touching me -" He starts to shift again, moving himself minutely up and down against the two fingers Joshua still has in him, eyes fluttering closed.