Already reclining on his elbows having been chasing Kurogane's lips with his own kiss swollen mouth, Fay pushed himself up a little further, concerned when all colour drains from the ninja's face.
"Kuro...rin?" Fay asked cautiously, chest rising and falling, arousal still heightened, but rapidly ebbing away as he realised what had happened. The heat, the alcohol, the rush of blood that certainly wasn't going his brain at the time - Kurogane had stood up too quickly.
"Ah, do you need to-?" 'Stop', 'throw up', 'all of the above'?