He didn't give him a reason for why they should stop, so ZEX preferred to think it was because there was no good reason, as opposed to it being subconscious, or due to any kind of different identity, or any number of unpleasant possibilities. No reason, no fear, no doubt, just this. This was much better.

And the sound of his human's quiet moaning was reassuring enough, in its own way. How he loved to hear those sounds! And to have him touch him, touch his hair, so many sensations that were all so wonderfully overwhelming...

Far preferable to an identity crisis. ZEX let out a soft, long sigh, calmed in a way, and he slowed a bit in his attentions, not quite as desperate. His human's skin had such a unique taste to it...