The stop gives Felih a chance to breathe. He pants and shuts his eyes and just tries to fill his lungs with air, terribly exhausted, but blissful. He feels like a puddle of post-orgasmic pleasure, a dripping mess of his own seed, and likely Azwel's now too. The gentle brush of fingers over his face makes his eyes flutter open, and he follows Azwel's gaze to the orb, startled.

"Oh... it's already...?" he pants, looking at the bright thing, radiant with energy. Does that mean it's over? He almost feels disappointed. The pleasure, the endless stimulation... he could easily get lost in that.