He didn't have the faculties to protest as the tentacles removed themselves, but he was all but boneless for it.

His body thrumming from climax, he sank forward and against Alastor, his tail falling limp on the floor. When depression sapped your libido, sapped any real urge to relieve yourself, and having an orgasm after... fuck... decades...

He was glad his shoes didn't pop off or something.

"Green flag... 'm green-flagging... that. Fuckin'... loved that..." So dreamy in tone, and it was coupled by far less sloppy kisses against his neck.