Alistair tries to speak, but nothing comes out at first but a soft moan. A few quick, deep breaths to steady himself; then he opens his eyes, focusing down at Cullen.

"Couldn't help it." One hand curls tighter, but the other works free of the blankets and makes a grab for Cullen's shoulder. "You -- Maker, yes -- " A dazed second to catch his breath again. "You feel incredible."