A toothy grin was on Chris' face over the man's climax, his hand lifting up to hold it in front of Stabler's face, "Clean it off, Stabler, Christ. I don't want your fucking jizz all over me," He chastised, smirking at Toby's nibbling, "Yeah, baby? Hey, who knows, soon enough you might be back to normal, and I'll do that for you."