[It's not like he can say anything in return. No, he can only swallow and do his level best not to choke. Finally Kyle pulls off with a wet slurp and rolls to the side, breathing quick and deep. He wipes his mouth absently with the back of his hand, shifting to lay on his back. He stares at the ceiling a moment, then glances over at Corry.]
absurd... or perfect?
...that was hot.