It's a good thing the Glacius left his gelatinous operculum intact, otherwise he might get a case of dry gills from the way Carlisle's heated breaths are blasting against his neck. Not that he seems like anything could deter him in this state--and right now it only seems to be encouraging the alien. His hand works faster to compensate for the more insistent rocking of the clergyman's hips, savoring ever pulse of need that he can feel that echoes in his own body. His other finds its way to his partner's hips, helping to regulate the more frantic rocking, attempting to help him reclaim that steadily mounting rhythm.

"That's the point," Glacius can't help but purr, finding himself charmed by the human's embarrassment. "In every other aspect of your life, you're trying to be proper, trying to keep up appearances. All of that stress can weigh on a person--I can see how it winds you so tightly, Carlisle... so now you need a chance to not worry about that of that. What you need right now is... release. And I--" a few more pronounced motions of his hand punctuate his words as he plays to the clergyman's fervor, "-intend to be it."