Noah's not sure he could move even if he wanted to. That was intense and, if he wasn't drawing energy from Jamie, he'd almost certainly be fading out. As it is, he feels boneless and spent. He manages some quiet noise of agreement as he lays there, still buried in Jamie, and presses a few softer kisses to his throat -- only where he can reach without lifting his head.

"I think I get the appeal now..." he mumbles after a minute. At least when it comes to watching. Maybe a toy like that still wouldn't be his first choice for himself, but he certainly enjoyed Jamie using it.