Crawling towards the man, Emrys wrapped his arms around Mir and buried his face into his masters chest. Here he felt safe and warm. His body still trembling from both his orgasm and the momentary panic, he pulled away enough so he could speak. "I worry that I'll disappoint you," the boy confessed softly, eyes down cast. "Not just with this, but with everything. I'm so used to doing things a certain way and routines are hard to break. I just don't want to mess up.."
After sitting there with the man for another moment or two, Emrys had calmed down from his slight panic. Looking up at Mir, he gave a tiny smile. "Can we go up and lay with Jenn sir?" He asked. "I'm sure she'd like your company again."