[Conrad's not thinking about his hunger or his lack of physical release, but it's not that he's forgotten. With Yuuri lying in his arms, sounding so sated and content and asking him to stay, he couldn't care less about trivial things like his physical state. Or the rest of the world. Or even Diva.]
[His arms wrap snugly around Yuuri -- a perfect fit, one might say.] As long as you want me to, Yuuri.