Everything was warm and dizzy. He might just lazily be laying there but he was still a man, and she might have finished herself off but he dug his fingers into her hips with as much strength as he had to tell her to keep going at least a few more times. This wasn't going to end like he was a lifeless body she used and crawled off of. In some weird way, Envy wanted to be connected, though he usually just plowed through everything at his own pace.
He still sounded like a coma patient getting his voice back when he hit his own climax and everything was warm again. He didn't feel like a cold, dark, dead body anymore.