L.L's clear enjoyment drives him onwards, he's clearly doing something right and his stomach twists from the headiness of it all, looking up at L.L like this, hoping that he is bringing him pleasure.

He is and he knows it even before L.L speaks, he obeys, licking the head slowly, purposefully, any embarrassment long lost to the drugs and the haze of arousel.

"Yes." It's quiet, as he licks again, eyes dropped back to focus on the task. He does, his brain can't fathom not enjoying the taste and everything it means. "I do."