Icarus was out of his element. If he could think about it, maybe he would have been worried about being talked about like a doll. Adorable? Who called men adorable? And now like he was going to be passed between them. Given by someone who wasn't himself, but honestly who could care? Who would mind? "Yes," He groaned it, softly, the sound barely there, and without thinking about it his mouth wrapped around Adonis' fingers, sucking wetly for all he was worth.