The words were strained, but there was an obvious undertone of pleasure, and it was obvious that it was just another thing Zephyr would throw out without thinking. And thinking wasn't quite what he was doing best right now, not with Zeke all over him. He was amazed at how hard it was to utter the words, even with all this strain being put on him.
"No..." he started correcting himself as he met Zeke's eyes. "Fuck me... right?" That was a borderline case, up to Zeke to cast the verdict.