[Malba pulls away, and Zelos feels that twinge of longing, of neediness. It's not logical, he knows, but somehow he wishes they could move to the bedroom still plastered to one another. He doesn't want that pleasure to stop for a minute.
He finally opens his eyes, setting his blurred gaze on the man before him.] Might be a good idea. Unless you really... want me to fall over, hunny. [he says, his breaths finally beginning to slow.]