Small shudders at the touches, overly sensitive and absolutely perfect. His head lolled around a little, resting lightly against Tyler's, completely oblivious to things that would get sticky later - sweat, sperm, lube remnants - when dried, and completely aware of Tyler's every tiny motion. Anywhere. The sounds, and yes, the squelch made his lips turn up a little. The lonely buzz on the floor, and now he did send a sliver of power, a wisp, to turn the egg off. Right now, even Using wasn't a temptation, at all, to stir away from his ... from his baby boy.

He tried not to need to be carried, at any rate, but as soon as he could feel the surface against his legs, he dropped down on it, not letting go of Tyler's hand, so that they flopped with much less grace than they usually did. Fuck if he cared. He did care for the warmth and touch and all that the warm body so close to him was giving him, and no, physically was barely the beginning of it.

He snuggled into Tyler without conscious thought of decision, limbs tangling as close as he could get, just not quite curling into him yet. Blue eyes blinked at him, half-clouded with lassitude and, finally, exhaustion, and the dimples made an appearance. But all he came up with was a soft, rasped murmur of his name.

It was all, too.