He'd roll over if he could, wrap his arms around Zephyr and nurse him through the climax, but he's sorta stuck as is so he wraps the one arm he can reach around Zephyr's shoulders and starts talking. Nonsense words, mostly, with "come on baby come on come for me come on" sprinkled throughout, but what's most important is skin on sweaty skin and the sleepy feeling of contentment he always gets following a really good orgasm and Zephyr, teeth in his shoulder, voice vibrating against his skin.