He was already moving to climb into the bed in response to the order when the hand moved down his spine and he shuddered. Cold, sticky liquid mixing with the cold of his owner's hand made for a sensation he wasn't used to and he reacted as openly about it as possible. Not bad at all, just on the right end of discomfort. Once on the bed, he positioned himself as asked, raising his ass higher in the air than his head without overdoing it in an attempt to read what his owner wanted of him.

Breathing hard for a moment, he worked his lips and his throat before bowing his head and speaking. "It's... it's so good," he said, the vocabulary of someone who hadn't had to choose his own words in quite a while. The emotion behind them was no less honest. "It makes me so happy, I need it whenever you give it to me. Anything. A-anything you give me. Makes me just right."