[ eventually he catches his breath enough to where he trusts himself to pull out, setting both hands on Ticky's hips and drawing his own far enough away that he can simply fall out of him with a shaky exhale. the cold air hitting his dick is enough to make him laugh, still somewhat breathless, and he reaches down to gently slip a finger inside of Ticky to feel at the mess inside of him. ]

...Wonder how much that counts for?