The moment passes with the first sign that he isn't completely untouchable when it comes to his arousal. The faint ripple of his abs, the swell of his muscles twitching just enough to show that he felt that. His gaze sharpens to a point again, the corners of his mouth tugging broadly into a smirk.

Whatever impossible expectation he's holding the human to for not just doing as he's asked immediately is set alongside the fact he wants both complete submission and also just enough fight to make this interesting. His frustration would boil over if it wasn't for the fact that the lid seems to be off his arousal. It's difficult to think solely outside of it now, faintly distracted by the fact his cock is still buried in the warmth of the other man and he needs to unload there too. But not before he's watched Gortash lick him clean.

"You have an invitation, Gortash. Do not waste it."