He nodded his head at the words, agreeing with Richard on that fact. The sting of the marks on his back intermingled with the ebbing pleasure high that he was slowly descending from. He was in no hurry to move, especially with Richard's fingers moving over the rising welts on his shoulders. Pain and pleasure mingled together, as it should be with such interactions.

He opened both of his blue eyes when his lover's hands cupped his face, peering at the younger man. Hair clung to his sweaty skin, and the hair tye was basically doing nothing, giving him a wilder appearance than usual. His breathing was starting to return to some semblance of normal, and he shifted a small amount.

It took him a few moments to process the words, and he lifted his head from the younger man's hands. "Leaving so soon then?" Well, he supposed he'd have to call the cleaners to put his office into rights again.