There was that smirk again, shoulders shifting this time instead of his hips, just leaving his arms flopped against the mattress above his head, "Like dat's is really beings on my kinds of fault, pfeh."
This was not, however, an objection of any kind, as evidenced by the fact that A, he hadn't attempted to shove the other man off, and B, he was already half-hard. It wouldn't be more than a few minutes before coherent speech, and likely coherent thought, were both completely evaporated.