He shudders against you, ribcage jerking abruptly as he sucks in air, your hand on his cock distracting him almost from the fact you're speaking.

"N-no." He shifts, or tries to; you're still weighting him down. But he likes the idea of staying down for this round, indulging in the freedom to let the quivers overtake him without fear of dropping you. Or dropping ONTO you.

"This - this's okay." Well. Will be, once you rearrange him, and yourself. He could focus on figuring that part out, but he's coasting and it feels gorgeous, and you're a competent, intelligent person. You can sort it out for him.