To see Blade on his knees filled you with an undeniable sense of triumph. His bare, scarred form was trembling slightly from a pleasured feeling of overstimulation, though you sincerely doubted that he'd even admit it.

"..please." He croaked, your eyes connecting with Blade's own crimson hues when your hand snaked down to grip his jaw and manipulate his head upwards.

""Please" what?" You hummed, tilting his head from side to side as you studied his rough, fair-skinned facial features. "Please..-" Blade paused for a moment, irritation at having to admit weakness briefly marred his expression.

"-..Please let me rest for a moment."

You observed how he was shaking.. ..how his breath came in quiet pants..

Seeing him in such a vulnerable position was certainly arousing.