[Isn't bothered by the mess you're making of his shirt, and he's more than happy to help with his fingers, thrusting them faster, harder, matching the pace Haz has set to get himself off.

But once again he doesn't stop when it's over, fingers still rubbing against raw flesh even after the orgasm has passed, and Ticky's withdrawn his tongue, instead just pressing lips to the bridge of his nose and making quiet, comforting noises, while not letting up on him a bit.]