Glacius simply dismisses his partner's apologies with another rumbling chuckle, taking one of of Carlisle's hands in his own and lacing their fingers together as the other one stays busy, working the clegryman faster now--clearly intending to push him right over the edge. Those groans rising up into needful cries and that desperate writhing are all intoxicating and their own right, and Glacius craves more of it, especially as close to Carlisle as he is. It's so rare to see his partner utterly lost to everything around him... and that's exactly what he wanted. To prove that their relationship could prevail over the machinations of the gods-- that their feelings for each other were far stronger than even the powers of their captors.

Their coupling is an utter success in that regard... and hopefully in another equally important way as well. Though he does his best to give Carlisle whatever time to recover that he needs after the fact, the ice alien can't help but fall back on the request that tossed them into this particular, fervent romp. Flopping down on his side, Glacius props his head up one one hand as he gazes down at his partner's eyes his flush, exhausted form; his gaze is equal parts smug and adoring.

"So, did I show you properly? Do you understand... just how much you mean to me now..?"