Ashley shivers and laughs, smiling wide at Ereuvir's encouragement, and he's still laughing a little, breathless and easy, as he comes. Shuddering in Ereuvir's arms, he loses his rhythm but keeps moving, writhing and squirming until he finally sags back against Ereuvir's chest, dizzy and worn out.

Tilting his head back over Ereuvir's shoulder, Ashley gives a little sound of contentment and tilts his head to kiss Ereuvir's throat. "Oh, I do like you," he murmurs, offering the praise as though it was Ereuvir who was trying to win Ashley's favor rather than anything else. Relaxed and content, Ashley doesn't have any intention of moving. This is his lap now, and he's comfortable.