Eyes closing in an attempt to clear his vision, Kurt rests there a moment longer, taking all the time he needs to catch his breath. There's brief flashes of spots as he blinks, features scrunched with uncomfortableness, although it's nothing related to their current position.

Okay, it partially is, except it's all on himself. The brush across his face, sweat beading and dripping between his shoulderblades are more than enough to make him straighten, his hand lifting so he can glide his thumb over the bite-marks while he meets Ignacio's gaze.

"Yes," he huffs, post-rapturous and muddled before he remembers his manners. "Th–thank you."