Of similar mind and still deeply curious about more than just what Enver's version of 'attending' means. The kiss is even more memorable than the climax that had spilled over and that's something he's unused to. Big, intense sensations are what he usually takes away from experiences that get his pulse racing. And yet the tingle is still barely a moment's recollection away.

A hand reaches between them, fingers brushing over the knot of the tie keeping the robe together before stroking down the length of it. Eventually he takes a hold, but he doesn't yet choose to tug. His eyes lift back to Enver's face, drift around his features slowly before back to his eyes, question inbound. Yet he doesn't ask it with words, his brows pulling together in such a way to ask 'may I?'