Glacius can't held but give one of those trademark rumbling chuckles from low in his throat as Carlisle struggles for words and ultimately ends up tossing them aside entirely. It's uncharacteristic of him, certainly, and a true testament to just how affected he is by all of this--as if the flush of his body, the heaving of his chest, or the vocalizations rising up out of him with greater insistence aren't cues enough already. The ice alien is paying as close attention as he can to all of it, letting his partner's arousal fuel his own, which means that he immediately picks up on that light tugging.

The alien gives a another husky laugh, his own voice becoming breathy and heated as he moves according to the clergyman's desire. Though he'd like to keep nuzzling and kissing him, Carlisle honestly doesn't seem like he needs that any more to get pushed over the edge, so he tilts his head up and allows his partner to shelter against him where no one else may. "Good," Glacius breathes once the human is situated, holding him against his own bared body. "I love having you in my hand like this, Carlisle. I love feeling you lose your composure..."