The first few pumps get Carlisle's heart racing, the dull thudding from his chest practically audible beneath his labored breaths; the next cause his back to arch, a groan pushing its way out of him as his legs writhe against Glacius' sides, trying to find support from the waves of sensation coursing through him. His hand tightens around the alien's spines, one remaining there while the other presses against his face, his palms to his eyes. There's that intense warmth, both incredible and uncomfortable all at once -- and yet, that heat is what he craves, what he basks in with every second Glacius spends working him.

Another groan rattles out of his chest as the seconds tick by, this one sudden, louder than he'd expected. Glacius isn't the only one who hears it: in the light from the orbs, a giant spider descends from a single thread from the ceiling, looking to land atop the clergyman's head, its spindly legs reaching down and out as though to encompass his entire face. Carlisle hasn't yet seen it, but how could he? Not only are his eyes still closed, but Glacius is showering him with so much affection that he couldn't see straight even if he wanted to.

The city might still be out to get them, but what they share is indeed stronger, powerful enough that Carlisle doesn't even consider danger still around him... and given his usual, skittish behavior, that is certainly a feat. Carlisle might not be able to feel the arachnid looming above him, but he does feel his own powers working against him once again, the pull of his aural compulsion reaching out again to both himself and his partner. The urge is stronger this time, its grasp more powerful as desperation settles in.

Despite Glacius' earlier insistence, Carlisle does his damnedest to apologize, but it hardly makes it out between the staggered breaths, the pressure building in him trying to escape. "S- sorr- ah- s- sorry, my- my- ah—!"

That moan, too, was louder than he'd expected, if how red he turns is any indication.