Fine, fine. No moving. He curls up as best he can on David's chest, breathing as he comes down from that high. Soon words come back, the sticky mess where he'd come all over David's stomach is starting to glue him in place, and he becomes dimly aware that he hadn't put a condom on him before he started riding which meant the next trip to the bathroom is gonna be real fun.

Other than that, though, he's content. "You okay, kid?"