[he certainly feels about the same as one of those butterflies—though at least he's not so dazed as to giggle about spicy pollen, so there are... some upsides of his size, at least. more importantly, about relaxing? well, he's never been good at that, actually. giving up control like this isn't his usual preference either, but it... isn't so bad, once in a while.

grudgingly. even though he's not really giving it all up as he leans into the press of fingers, urging them deeper, slowly but surely.]

I'm letting you help, aren't I? Or do you simply expect your partners to—nngh—lie there and let you do all the work?