Every lick makes the younger man twitch, hissing under the attentions, under the IDEA of what's happening - his mind keeps wandering back to that dream, as much as he tries to keep it away.

"Th-thank you...."

But here he isn't being discarded. Georg wraps up and around him, and he swallows hard, leaning into his touch. After a moment or two, he finally asks -

"...A-aren't you...still...ah....?"