“A huh.~ My worst?” Mustering whatever strength he had left, he flipped Sting over and rolled over to be a top him, nearly falling on the other in trying to do so. Leaning down, hot breath hit against the others neck as his words messily fumbled out of his mouth, “You sure about that, your majesty.?~”
Thoughts rushed through his mind, it was like fireworks going off all over his body. A nod, “yes yes~ gimme your worst i know youuuuuuuu~” he reached out a gloved hand and tapped his nose and giggled. Oh eh was so gone, “yoooooou of allll people can do that~" Another giggle. Oh my and another as he was flipped over and shivered at his breath. "Po~si~tive~ I don’t know what is going on but I WANNA DO THE THING. My body and head is buzzin’ and fuzzin’ fuckin’ fuck. Ya know what I mean." Words were not his friend, nor was thinking. He pushed up slightly and nuzzled the other and whispered words that he was aware of, surprisingly, "you know you want to~”